Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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I woke up and soon took notice that my pillow was slightly damp. I brought my hand up to my face to rub my eyes awake to see more clearly. As I did so I felt a wet substance on my cheeks. I cocked an eyebrow in surprise and gasped slightly when I remembered my dream.

It was about Devon. Had I cried in real life during it? That's never happened before...

I looked around my empty room.

Thank god no one was here to see that.

I thought as I widened my eyes to myself just at the idea of someone being here for that. I shuddered and a warm shiver went down my spine as my skin was filled with goosebumps. I wrapped my blanket around myself comfortingly as I sighed deeply.

Tears started to well up in my eyes the more I thought about his face. How could he do this to me?

"Stop." I hissed at myself as I sat up sloppily, almost falling back down. The blanket fell around me as I wiped the tears away. I rested my chin on my knee as I stared blankly at my feet.

I quickly got dressed but didn't have anywhere to go, so I went back into my blanket and sat on my bed. I looked down at my plain, black T-shirt and black jeans.

I let my hair spill slightly over my shoulders as I slouched. My hairs getting kind of long. Now it's just about an inch and a half past my shoulders.

I bite the nail on my thumb as I thought more about the dream.

It was a dream of me waking up that day and him being gone. He disappeared overnight without such as a warning or note. How heartless. Did he not realize how much I had cared for him? How much I cherished every minute I had with him? Had I done something wrong? Not that I can think off... Maybe I became too dependant on him...

I just loved him so much though...

I rolled my eyes at myself and during that action, fell back on my bed and let my arms wrap around my head.

"Nghhh..." I groaned as I contemplated getting up. Maybe I could just stay here in my bed for all of eternity. That doesn't sound half bad.

I smiled to myself and chuckled as I realized I was actually considering the idea.

I sat up lazily and trudged to my bathroom eventually, and looked around the cold, small room.

I stared in the mirror blankly as I brushed my teeth and didn't even try to attempt to brush my untamed hair. It still surprises me how many cowlicks I can manage to get in a night when I actually get a decent amount of sleep. I'm even surprised I slept that long. Usually, my cursed brain wakes me up early even when I drink all night. It seems this time the whiskey worked in my favor though.

I finished brushing my teeth and walked back into my room. I looked under my bed and saw the whiskey bottle. I reached for it and drank the last few drops I had left behind. It tasted bad because I had just brushed my teeth but I didn't really care. I tossed it gently across the room and stared at it on the floor, blankly.

I rolled my eyes as I walked halfway out of my room and then paused. I turned around and grabbed my blanket. I wrapped myself in a warm burrito and walked into my warm kitchen.

I smiled gently at myself as I let the warm ease around my body. I managed to slip an arm out of my blanket burrito without destroying it and reached for the fridges handle. As I grazed it I heard a knocking at my door and sighed as I rolled my eyes and cursed.

I turned and headed to my door. I reached for the handle but before I opened it I looked through the peephole and as expected it was Ben.

I smiled mischievously as my still drunken mind began to wonder. I looked back through the peephole and got a better look at him. Surprisingly he wasn't wearing a beanie. His slightly wavy, long blond hair was parted to the side and he was wearing a black loose T-shirt and light blue ripped jeans.