Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-

Introduction to Bennett Malachi Judson

Ben in the picture^

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"I'm not my brother, mom!", I yelled as I slammed my bedroom door closed. I always felt like I was compared to my older brother. Granted, he isn't alive and everyone is treated with more respect when they're 6 feet under.

I don't mean to slam the dead, but all the ghosts out there know its true. Well most of you. Sometimes its only for the first week or so then you're kindly forgotten about.

But not if you're Keaton Judson. I get it, he was sweet as hell and smart as hell and respectful and artist and blah. I love my brother, a lot. But sometimes, I get tired of hearing about him.

I use to be afraid of asking my mom to stop talking about him. But now, I don't really care. I can't handle it. So, it usually turns into an argument quite like this one.

It started as she was on my ass about homework that I didn't wanna do. So guess what? She compared me to the infamous Keaton! What a surprise, ladies and germs.

I've done a ton of things that Keaton didn't do. First, I play the piano (beautifully, I like to think). 2, I came out before I got my first boyfriend. Yes! That's right. Didn't need no man dragging me out.

Bennett Malachi Judson: 2

Keaton whatever Judson: like f*cking 17,999

But I'm going for that title, man. Watch out!

But really, don't get me wrong. I wish I was just like Keaton. I just don't find it fair that I'm constantly told to be like him. I'm Ben. Just simple little Ben. And I'm f*cking proud to be Ben.

I lay down on my bed and look up at the ceiling. Tomorrow was the first day of my highschool life. The only thing that truly worried me..
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Football players.

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A/N: Ben is actually the roast champion. Watch out leafy! Make sure to tell me all your thoughts. Expect regular updates. It'll be random but eventually will be weekly. Thanks for reading! Love you tons!!