Road Trip To Nowhere (MxM) (ONC 2019 Entry)

THREE

"Sometimes you might have to take risks, small or big, but in the end, you'll never regret it, cause it makes you who you are. You should be proud to be you. Through thick and thin, nothing is going to stop you for who you become, except yourself."

-Bowie

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Before leaving the dine-in, Benji left with a wooden box and said he had to do something important. I'm currently sitting in the passengers' seat waiting for his return. What did he have to do that's so important? Not long he returned from the side of the building. Placing the box back in the seat then sits in the driver's spot. He starts the car up and drives down the road.

"What happened?" I asked.

He seemed to hesitate at first, but he replied with, "you wouldn't want to ruin the surprise would you?" He gave me a smile. He's odd sometimes.

"Alright fine, where to now?"

"The next destination on the map is a tattoo parlor called Ink Bath. It's so amazing there." He started to get himself excited. He's honestly starting to scare me. Is he a murderer?

"Hey, Benji." He hummed in response. "Have you seen any horror movies or murder shows lately?"

Benji thought for a moment, "the only thing I can remember is a movie I watched called Train Station, but that was like over a month ago. Why?"

"Just curious."

Benji gasped next to me, "yeah right, there has to be a reason behind it."

"No."

"Awe, please."

I sigh heavily, "I think you're a murderer, and that you're just using me to do all your dirty work. Then later you'll just throw me in a ditch to die." Benji was holding his laughs in. "Your persona is honestly creeping me out," I told him with a blank look.

Benji's laughs were now spread throughout the air. He calmed himself down before speaking, "you think I'm a murderer?" A chuckle slips between his lips. "I'm not a murderer Will, okay. I'm sorry if I come off weird, this is just me." Well, I don't like it. "What makes me seem creepy to you?"

"You in general." I turn to him, "the way you talk, the way you express yourself, and that your way too optimistic. It's, weird." I stare at his side profile a little longer before turning to look out the window.

"Understandable. I'm a very happy person." Yeah right. The girl at the dine-in said that she was glad to see you better. You're obviously lying. "Do you have a tattoo, Will?"

I give him a glance, "no."

"What! You never got a tattoo in your life? That's crazy."

"Why would I want something etched into my skin permanently until I die? That's stupid." I pull up the black sleeves of my sweatshirt since I was getting kind of warm. It read Winifred Ash College in white on the front.

"Stupid? Getting a tattoo is like having your first pet. It's that amazing."

"I never had a pet, so I wouldn't know what it would feel like."

He gasps from my words, "you never had a pet as a kid? That's basically like saying you never had water." No, cause those are two totally different things. One of them is actually important.