Jeff x Ben-Dirty Mind

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Ben turned to me with a smile as he opened his door.

"Oh, hey Jeff," He said with a small smile.

"Hey," I said in a hoarse tone that hinted I had been crying. My eyes were probably all red and puffy too.

"Something wrong?"

"Nah. Come on," I said as I grabbed his wrist and led him to my car.

"Where are we going?" He asked we got in and I started my car.

"My place," I answered plainly. I took a few sips from my vodka and we had a small chit chat on the way there.

I started to pull into my driveway until a familiar silver car caught my attention. I froze as I glanced at it. It was definitely Devon's.

"Who's car is that?" Ben asked.

...

"No one's," I answered as I reversed and then started to speed down the street.

"But it's not yours." He pushed.

"I said it belonged to no one, so it fucking doesn't." I snapped.

He stayed quiet. I looked over at him and saw his saddened expression.

"I-I'm sorry. I... Had a rough night I guess."

"Why would alcohol help?" He asked.

"Dunno." I breathed out.

"It's bad for you."

"I know," I said as I smirked.

"Didn't know you cared so much."

"O-Of course I do," He said shyly as his cheeks turned pink. God, I missed him. I smiled as we pulled into a gas station.

"Wait here," I said as I swung open my door.

"Okay," he said.

I ran into the gas station and bought some more bottles of vodka. I paid and then ran outside and then got back into my car.

I'll internally thank myself later for getting more.

"Can we go to your house?" I asked as I already starting to head there.

"I guess." He shrugged.

"Why can't we go to your house?" He was starting to get suspicious.

I hesitated.

"I don't want to go back there."

"Is the person who owns the silver car still there?"

...

"Yes."

...

"Is it Devon?"

I choked on the bottle of vodka I was drinking from.

"How do you know who that is?" I asked.

Maybe I accidentally told him while I was drunk. Didn't he hear that name from Offenderman though? I don't remember.

He shrugged.

"No, it's not Devon," I answered.

"So who exactly is Devon?"

"Nobody. I don't want to talk about that bastard." I sneered as I gulped from the bottle once more and looked at the road coldly.

"You shouldn't drink and drive."

"You think I don't know that?" I asked with an amused smile as we eventually pulled into his driveway.

I basically ran inside and went into his room. I went under the blankets and tried to warm up.