You're My Saviour // Ben Bruce (EDITING)

Two

It took 4 and a half fucking hours to get to the concert.

It was already 2:30 and the show had started 10 minutes ago!

We pushed and shoved through the huge crowd and got to our spots up in the front. 'Not the American Average' was being performed. It was Ben's part to sing. Shawn started laughing and making stupid remarks about Ben's 'orgasmic facial expressions while singing'. I covered the side of my face with my hand and my eyes got big. Why did HE have to have the tickets? Kill me now. I just tuned my brother's voice out. I shyly looked Ben right in the eyes, but the weird thing was... He was already looking at me. My eyes widened in suprise, and I gasped. He winked and shifted his concentration off of me and back to playing the guitar.

A few songs passed and I heard a few people saying 'Look at Sam, holy shit.' I furrowed my brows together and looked over at Sam. He was pale and looked utterly winded. It wasn't hot or anything, so he shouldn't be having a heat stroke or anything like that. Probably dehydrated. Seconds later, he fell to the floor, to his knees. I stared in horror.

Ben had a look of sadness in his eyes. We made eye contact again, and he suprised me when he flopped down right in front of me and asked me to come backstage after the show, and casually declined Shawn when he asked if he could come too. I nearly screamed, but instead I just nodded. He smiled and stood up. The girls who stood behind me, a huge group of them, gave me killer looks. I just smirked at them and smiled. Danny and Ben exchanged a few words and Danny spoke into the microphone, assuring everyone that Sam was just a little out of breath, but the show must go on.

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I had gone backstage and showed my pass, but no Ben. Perfect, I thought.

I stood, fixed my bun, and decided to leave. I was about to walk the door, until a hand grabbed onto my shoulder and spun me around. I froze. "Hi there, sorry to keep you waiting." he said softly. "I couldn't help but notice you up in the front..." he looked down at his feet. I could tell he was embarrassed.

"M-me? Why me though?" that was all I could manage to get out.

"You're just really fucking hot, y'know." he said, cracking a half-smile.

My eyes grew huge. I just knew I must've been making a stupid face.

"I-I Uh, Thanks." I said softly, I was blushing.

"Can I have your number?"

" U-uh... Sure."

......

"Should I write it down.. or?" I felt like an idiot. I didn't have any type of paper to write on.

He held out his arm.

Alrighty.

I wrote it as nicely as I could, but I don't think it really mattered either way.

"I'll call you."

"Okay, thanks for inviting me back here, and you guys were amazing."

"I hope Sam's alright. Tell him I hope he starts feeling better." I smiled and was about to turn and leave, but he took me completely by suprise.

He kissed me right there.

"I'll be sure to give him the messege." He smirked.

I stood in shock.

"Bye, so I guess we'll talk later then?"

I nodded, at a loss for words.

He waved and walked off.

Best. Day. Ever.

Now where the hell is my brother?