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Chapter 16: Benjamin's POV

Well  I promised that if I got 30 votes or 100 views I would do a chapter in Benjamin's POV, and here it is! I  got both of my goals and I thank all of my readers, especially those who have read every chapter! I love you all!

Margaret grabs a shawl from the rack and slides it on. I watch as she adjusts it into her until it fit. It was loose, so it hid her figure. She slides a hood on and grins. "Do I look like an emo Little Red Riding Hood?" She laughs. "Just like one." I reply with a smile. I tried to keep that smile on my face, but it was hard, because of the... thing... she was about to do. 

I tried again to take my mind off of it. She suddenly wraps her arms around me. "Don't look so worried! I'll be fine babe... I will..." She presses her face into me and I grip her tight. "I know, I know..." I breathe. The scratchy wool of the shawl bites into my arms as I grip her tighter. I rest my chin on the top of her head. I can feel her heavy, nervous breathing. After a few minutes she pulls away and looks at me. "Promise me you will be careful..." I mutter. "I can't let anything happen to you." It's true. I would feel responsible if she even gets a scratch on her. I am supposed to keep her safe. She trusts me. "I promise..." She breathes shakily. I begin to lean my head down, and she closes in to kiss me. How the hell is she so good at this? I press her abdomen to mine, with my hands on her lower back. She puts her hands on my neck, and they slowly move to my hair as I kiss her deeper. 

We pause to breathe with our foreheads touching. I kiss her nose lightly. "We need to go..." She says. "Yeah..." She grabs the broken mask and slides it on. "Ew! It smells like shit in here!" She yells, muffled. I grin. "Then don't wear it until you have to. I don't want your face to smell like shit too." She laughs and takes it off. "Oh fresh air! My savior!" She gasps. I giggle along with her. 

It's strange. I've never laughed this much in my life. I've always been told that I was good looking, and I had girls following everywhere. I never quite enjoyed it, though all of my friends told me I should. The reason why was because I was extremely shy, and these girls just wouldn't leave me alone. I tried to get along with them, but they took it as flirting. After a while it got old. Then I run into Margaret. She was different, because she didn't flirt with me, or act like she could just make me like her. She just kind of saw me for who I was. That's why I developed feelings for her. 

When I  shook myself out of my daydream, Margaret was staring at me, confused. She looked so cute when she was confused. I smiled and shook my head, and she just shrugged and looked away, out the window. "We should go before it gets dark..." She thinks aloud. "We have to  go now  then..." I say back. "You ready?" I ask. "If you are." She replies. "I'm as ready as I can be, so let's go now before we decide that we can't." I take a deep breath and I see her take one two. The we slide the cabinet away from the door and step out into the unknown.