After our kiss, he moved away as if nothing ever happened. I started wondering what it had meant to him which I wasn't paying attention to what he was saying. "Bennet!" Brookline says, catching my attention.
I look up at him and stop chewing on my nails. "What if we did a play about...awareness. Bullying awareness or something like that", he says. He was standing and pacing the floor. I was sitting on the piano, chewing nervously on my nails. "Jesus christ, Net! Can you please pay attention?".
He gets all of my attention with the nickname. "What did you call me?" I ask him, my voice barely above a whisper.
"I called you Net. Everyone calls you Ben and I didn't want to be just like everyone else" he shrugs. I bite my lip and look down again. I don't know why he keeps doing this.
"Oh", is all I say after that. He continues to give out ideas and I continue to get lost in space. By the 3rd hour of this, Brookline decides to give up and collapse on my bed with his phone.
"Wanna come to church with me tomorrow?" He asks, causing me to look up. "I think you'd really like it. We're the casual Baptist so you don't have anything to worry about".
I look back down and scratch the back of my neck. "Um...", I cough awkwardly. "I don't really believe in god, or any type of higher power". I look back up to see his reaction.
"Really? Well do your parents know that? Do you think they'd wanna come?", he replies, his eyebrow raised. I shrug and stand up. He sits up excitedly. "Are you gonna ask???".
I sigh and nod defeatedly. I didn't really want to. At all. But seeing the excitement he had made me think that if I didn't, I'd be completely heartless. I open my door and walk out. "Mom?!" I call out loudly.
She rushes to my side of the trailer. "Baby, what is it? Are you hurt? Did your friend say something bad?", she asks, her words jumbling out nervously.
"Chill, mom. He wants to know if you wanna go to church with his family tomorrow" I watch her expression relax as I say this. "Well, sure!". I nod and walk back in.
Brookline was shoving on his shoes and he looks up at me when I open the door. "They said yeah", I tell him. He jumps up and attacks me in a huge hug.
"Awesome! You gotta come to" he replies, not letting go. He pulls back and glances at my lips. "Please?".
I sigh softly before nodding. He squeals before pecking my lips. "Thank you!" He let's go and rushes off.
I sigh before sitting on the bed and groaning.
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Boy Meets Bitch -BoyXBoy-
RomanceBen Judson. The 16 year old who lost his brother when he was only a small little boy. Nothing had changed much since Keaton passed. They still didn't have much money, His mom was still sweet as sugar and his dad was still the same old kind but hard...
