Trust Me✔

E I G H T E E N

(Darius' drawing in the media, along with the song sung during the concert, Priceless.)

*Not edited*

Alex's POV

Two weeks have gone by uneventfully since the party. Darius and I have started to grow closer, hanging out more. I've noticed that I've been getting more attached to Darius. Lately I have been missing him like crazy. Sometimes he would just go to the bathroom for a minute or two and my body would ache all over for him. Or whenever we weren't physically touching, I would feel a pull towards him that wouldn't go away unless we had skin on skin contact. It's starting to get annoying and I'm afraid I'm acting too clingy towards Darius. Though, I don't think he minds, he's pretty clingy himself.

Ben's outfits came in the mail during the past two weeks. So I decided to have a fashion show with Ben. I invited Darius, Drew, Jade and Sam to the show. I turned down the lights, shushed the audience, and the show began. Ben walked down the make shift runway and strutted his stuff like a true queen. It took a lot longer than you would expect because Ben truly took his time up there showing off each outfit, though I don't think It was intentional. I helped him along eventually, he was walking as slow as a tortoise. Despite his slowness, by the end of the show I believed Ben had a future in the modeling business. He was just that good.

On another day I got ice cream with Sam to celebrate the fact that we both got an 'A' on our latest tests in our serarate classes. It was super fun, even though Sam was acting a bit off, because we hadn't hung out just us in a while. Later on that day we got back home and made spaghetti. Half way through making it we got into a mini food fight. It was fun in the moment but when we saw the damage we had done to our kitchen, we instantly regretted it. Neither of us wanted to clean up, so we played rock paper scissors. I won so I happily munched on my spaghetti while Sam cleaned up.

On another note my birthday is now two weeks closer. I'll be turning nineteen next Tuesday. I look at Ben who is resting on my stomach while I slouched on the couch in the living room. "Aren't you excited Ben? I'll be nineteen soon! I'll be able to do what nineteen year olds do. Eat cheap college food, get a job I hate but have to work at to earn money, spend money on gas and groceries...Man, Ben, do not turn nineteen, it is not fun. Actually, don't become a responsible adult at all, it's terrible."

Ben breathes.

"You're so talkative Ben, geez give me a chance to speak." I say sarcastically.

I turn to the T.V. to see a boring commercial playing. I blindly feel for the remote on the table next to the couch. When I don't feel it I look over and see the remote isn't there.

Sigh.

I look around to find where the remote is and see it's perched across the room from me on the T.V. stand.

"Okay this would be a really good time for my magical super powers that I no doubt have to show up." I grumble to myself sarcastically. I squint my eyes really hard, clench my butt cheeks, and raise my hand. "Come to me remote, come to me!" My eyebrows and forehead crease as I probably make the face of pure constipation. I concentrate everything in me into summoning the stubborn remote. I accept defeat because this is honestly taking more out of me than standing up to get the remote would have. I start to lower my hand but notice the remote starting to shake. I retract my hand quickly and examine it with my eyes, astonished. My eyes then look back and forth between my hand and the remote.

What the fu--

My thoughts get cut off when the door slams open, an angry Sam storming through it. He rushes past me and into his room, slamming his door shut.