𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮

i need you

Jorge's POV:

I pull into the driveway, and the only car in the garage is Benji's. I throw myself out the car door and run up his porch, banging on the door.

"Benji? Benji!" I yell.

No response. Not a footstep. Not a light on. Total stillness.

Panic rises in my throat. I try the handle, and the door swings open. Benji must've forgotten to lock it when he was drunk. I know I'm breaking and entering, but I can't consider the consequences right now.

I run up the staircase, and my brain can't shut up.

Please be alive.
Please be alive.
I still need you.
I need you, Benji.

I never realized how much he meant to me until this very moment. Yes, I have a crush on him. But now that his life is in danger, I realize that I can't live without him. This is more than a simple crush.

I mean, the mere idea that I may get to catch a glimpse of him in the hallways is what gets me to go to school in the morning and deal with the never ending stream of teasing and taunts.

And when I wake up in bed, his perfect smile is the first thing that comes to my mind.

And no matter how many times it happens, the warmth in his eyes sets fire to my heart every single time I meet his gaze.

If I lost this boy, I would lose a piece of myself.

At the top of the stairs, there is a small hallway. All of the doors have been left lazily open- Except for one. I decide knock on the closed door, knowing that he's probably hidden himself away somewhere.

"Benji?" My heart skips a beat as I listen for his response.

But I don't get one.

I desperately rip open the door and look around the room.

There, crying on the floor, is Benji.

Benji's POV:

I'm shocked to see Jorge in my doorway. Before I can even say anything he runs to me, bowling me over in a bear hug.

Fresh tears pour out of my eyes at Jorge's touch.

"I love you. I love you. I- I thought you had-"

Jorge pauses, tears streaming down both of our faces. He's straddling my straightened out legs, his face inches from mine.

Jorge takes my head in his hands. His touch comforts me, bringing even more tears to my eyes. He makes me feel so loved.

"I thought I had lost you." He whispers, looking in my eyes.

I hide my face in his shoulder, getting tears all over his nice shirt from the party.
Jorge is all I could've hoped to have. He's the perfect boy. He cares about me.

"I'm so scared, Jey." I murmur, lifting my head.

"Why are you so scared to love me, Benji?" His voice cracks.

It splits my heart in two when I realize I've made him cry.

"I- I just- I don't know what to do. I can't live without you Jorge. I need you. But what if my friends hate me for this?"

He touches my cheek lightly.

"What if they don't?"

I shudder at his hand grazing my cheek, which makes him smile.

"I can't imagine where I'd be if you didn't help me at the party last night. And I don't want to know what you might've done if I didn't show up at your door. We're both fucked up. But you're perfect for me." He says, his english coming out nicely.

I don't say anything, but I'm secretly really proud of him for that.

I lean forward pressing his lips into mine.

So, I like boys. Jorge makes me feel something that no girl has ever been able to. And I'm learning to be okay with that. I need what he has. What boys have. That knot I get in my stomach that erupts like fireworks inside of me when we feel each other. That lightheaded euphoria when he says something sweet, or looks at me in just the right way.

I want it.

He finally pulls his lips off of mine, looking for air. I prefer Jorge to air, honestly. I pull his body close to mine. I just need to feel him against me. I bury my head in his curls and let time pass.

Jorge's POV:

I let myself be Benji's teddy bear for quite some time as I cuddle against him on his bedroom floor. I can't say that I don't like it. Thirty minutes must go by, before he moves his head and meets my gaze.

"Are you hungry?" He asks.

I was hungry before, but looking in his eyes made me so, so lovesick.

But I nod anyway, because I'm sure Benji is hungry. We get off of his floor and walk downstairs. I can't take my eyes off of him.

I can't believe we kissed.
Twice.

He puts some pizza rolls in the microwave, and we take them to the couch. Benji grabs a blanket and lays it over us.

We pick a show on Netflix, and start with both of us sitting upright. But I can't stay that way for long. I end up resting my head on his leg and laying sideways on the couch. He starts running his hands through my hair, which sends tingles down my spine.

"When are your parents coming home?" I ask leaning my head back to look up at him. This puts my head on his lap rather than his leg.

His face goes red. I think he's hard, which makes me smile a little bit.

"I- They'll be back home Monday. Business trip." Benji trips over his words a little bit.

"Good to know." I smile.

"Can you stay the night?" He asks and then adds quietly, "after how I felt last night I- I just don't want to be alone again."

I touch his hand. "Yeah, of course I'll stay."

Benji smiles down at me. Warmth fills my entire body just looking at him.

[Sorry for the slow update. I wanted to have a sweet chapter since everything has been so serious lately, but I was feeling uninspired. I did smile a lot writing this, though (:  ]