Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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I slowly tried to slip from Ben's grasp and wobbly stood up, a head rush hitting me like a tidal wave. I shakily walked over to the door, about to leave as I slowly looked back.

Oh... That's right. He had on my fucking hoodie. Of course.

Why??? What even happened???

I nervously looked around the quiet room.

I saw the keg tipped side ways, and wondered if I ever chugged that. I shook my head trying to think straight but immediately regretted it as my head throbbed.

I gritted my teeth as I gazed at the drunk, passed out man before me. I placed my chin in my fingers as I thought.

I need to get it back, it's my lucky hoodie.

I brushed my fingers through my hair as I crawled onto the couch, attempting to retrieve my precious hoodie.

I slowly made my way towards Ben, and grabbed the hood to my sweatshirt. I sat on his waist as I tugged at it, not thinking much from it as I only thought of getting my hoodie back.

I gripped the fabric and slowly began to slide it off him. It was easy until I saw him move, and groan as he tugged at it.

I thought about kicking him awake, and chuckled lightly to myself.

I tugged back, harder until he groaned and struggled to turn over, my weight pinning him.

I heard him stir in his sleep, as he squirmed around.

"Jeffy..." He whispered to himself cutely, and smiled as he suddenly gripped my waist, his eyes still closed.

A breath escaped my mouth as I felt a burning feeling in my torso to his touch.

"Dammit." I cursed under my breath.

I'm never getting this hoodie!
I've had enough of this bullshit. It's my hoodie.

I suddenly whipped the hoodie from him with all my might, and saw his eye lids fling open.

I widened my eyes as he looked up at me with confusion, cocking an eyebrow.

"J-Jeff?" He asked looking up at me with astonished eyes.

"Fuck." I whispered under my breathe and I sighed as I rolled my eyes.

I was hoping I could just slip away back to my house, and regain as much memory as I could from last night. I still can't remember a damn thing.

I shrugged as I lifted my arms up, my shirt lifting, exposing my lower waist slightly as I began to slide on my hoodie.

"Sorry, you had my hoodie on so I wanted it back. We must have gotten fuckin wrecked last night, my head still hurts like a mother fucker." I say as I slide off of him and stand on the other end of the couch.

Wincing as I ran my fingers through my hair. My head still hurting. Didn't I tell myself I was gonna drink less?

I was caught off guard as Ben reached out and grabbed my wrist. I turned to him with confused eyes as he pulled me closer.

"J-Jeff." He whispered, looking me up and down as I tugged my hoodie off, tsking at him as I tied it around my waist.

It was way too hot in here for a hoodie. One idiot must have turned up the heat.

"Yeah?" I answered, not knowing why he had a flustered look on his face.

"What the hell is it?" I said dismissingly as I tied the knot, leaning my torso to the side and crossing my arms.

"D-do you remember anything from l-last night?" He asked, his face starting to blush deeply, as he averted my eyes and looked at the floor.

"No." I said honestly as I shrugged.

"I can't remember a damned thing from last night." I chuckled to myself, imagining how wrecked I must have gotten.

"Did something cool happen?" I asked curiously, looking down at him with hope.

Ben slid his weight up as he shifted on the end of the couches cushions.

He pressed his knees together as he clutched the end of his shirt.

"Y-yeah. Y-you chugged the keg. You wouldn't stop until you threw up at least 4 times." He chuckled nervously.

I smiled with pride.

"How long did I last?" I chuckled imagining it.

"Oh-um a while. Can't remember." He said.

I smiled.

"I don't know how you do it." He praised me as I brushed my fingers through my hair.

"Because I'm me." I say, shifting my weight.

Silence filled the air for a couple of seconds.

I suddenly remembered about Smile Dog. I wonder if he headed home, or fell asleep somewhere in the woods.

"Well. I'm gonna go find Smile Dog." I shrugged as I turned around and headed out the door.

He stuttered before he finally spoke.

"I'll help." He chirped. I turned and looked at him as he stood up and trailed behind me.

"Sure." I agreed as he walked passed me and began to walk into the woods.

I Eyed him suspiciously.

He's acting very strange. I wonder if more happened last night than I remember. If so. I have a right to know.

I tried desperately to remember.

I got the messages from Jack and headed to the party with Smile Dog.

I remember being exited about the booze, and heading inside.

I think I talked to some chick, about to seal the deal, then suddenly remember taking shots with Ben. Everything else is a blur of drinking and playing party games.

I sighed as my head hurt like hell, the pounding beat of the music deep inside my brain.

"Fuck." I whispered between gritted teeth.

"Jeff!" Ben yelled to me.

I looked up about to retaliate.

"J-Jeff come here!" He sounded kind of far away.

"Where the hell are you?" I asked with frustration.

"Head straight into the woods. I found him!"

I sighed as I rolled me eyes.

"Come here Smile Dog!" I call him as I heard Ben stutter.

"C-Come here quick. It's Smile Dog. He's hurt." Ben yells.

Smile Dog. Hurt??

My eyes widened as I suddenly took off running towards Ben's voice.

His yelling words, and my fast movements worsened my hangover but it didn't matter now.

"What the fuck happened??" I asked as I saw him. His chest rising with every slowing down breathe, as his eyes looked up at me.
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"S-Smile Dog?"