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>chapter 4 <
I looked around to see Ben sitting on a park bench grinning lopsidedly at me, what a loser I thought happily as he obviously wasn't angry with me anymore.
I also noticed we were in a small park that was surrounded with beautifully manicured gardens and had a small, yet elegant water feature encircled by a pond.
I began to walk up to where he sat but he too got up and met me half way, embracing me gently he whispered softly "Charlieee".
I pulled back from the embrace and smiled up at him dreamily and whispered softly in return "I love you so much" and I vaguely remember hearing him whisper it back as I awoke with a start.
Someone was well within my personal comfort zone so without thinking I closed my fist and slammed it wildly in the direction on the mysterious person who I quickly discovered was none other than Ben.
At first I sighed with relief and then I felt a burst of hot rage flush through me. "YOU ASSHOLE GET OUT!" I screamed my voice breaking that could easily have been disguised as 'morning voice', You know when you first wake up and you sound like you've been munching on glass?
Ben didn't seem to budge he continued massaging his shoulder and cursing softy under his breath.
"DIDN'T YOU HEAR ME DEAFO.." I demanded annoyed by his cool, unfazed attitude. "GET THE HELL OUT!"
I closed my eyes tightly as if willing him away and then I felt something soft and gentle brush against my skin, "Ben.." I mumbled weakly and opened my eyes with a start as a loud burst of musical laughter echoed through the room and I realised it was Max beside me not Ben, who was now located conviently out of hitting distance.
My startled expression quickly turned to one of weak annoyance, this was the boy who'd made me cry myself to sleep and I wasn't ready just yet to be civil with him.
Sensing my changed in mood he quickly helped himself up from the comfort of my pink basketball beanbag and grabbed a large cotton satchel from near my desk, grabbing random items.. clothes, shoes, pens, some paper, my camera and he was headed in the direction of my underwear drawer, still unspeaking.
I lunged off my bed tackling him into the cupboard, rested in such an awkward position we both scrambled to our feet, just what the hell does he think he's doing? I thought and then clicked.. the camping trip! I snatched the bag from Ben and investigated the contents, honestly boys have no experience at packing necessary items I thought with a hint of superiority.
He just scuffed his feet on the floor as I pushed pass him and down the hall to the bathroom, which convieniently Amelia was using. Banging on the door I shouted in my tone deaf, singsong voice "Ammmeeellliiiaaaaa, open upppppp!"
I heard the water turn off and a particularly cute looking Amelia appeared wrapped in a pale blue towel, I smiled quickly at her before raiding the steamy bathroom vanity for an almost empty tube of Macleans toothpaste (mental note, remind mum to buy some more), a pack of mini shampoos and some face wash.
