i live you - benjey

part seventeen <3

* BENJI POV *

"it looks... SO GOOD!!" i screamed. stacy was right. he looked so cute. "i-i... thank you so much," he grabbed my shoulders and tucked his head into my chest. i could feel my shirt getting wet. i grabbed his back and took a peek at his face. he was crying. "jorge... jorge what's wrong? a-are you okay?" i asked, worried.

"y-yeah i'm f-fine... what do y-you mean?" he said, stuttering most of his words. "no you're not, jorge. what happened?" i knew he wasn't okay. his face was bright red and he was crying and stuttering his words. "i- benji c-can i te-tell you someth-something?" he asked. "you can tell me anything," i said. he sat me down.

"benji..." he started, "i used to get bullied really bad in middle and high school. really bad. i would go home everyday and cry. once you brought up stacy, i got this flashback of me and stacy walking in the park. it was when i was thirteen and in eighth grade. i had to come out to stacy after that moment, and then she told me she was lesbian. kids in school punched me, shoved me, called me names, and hurt me, physically, mentally and emotionally. that's why i had to switch schools. i got punched in the stomach really hard for defending myself by telling this boy to stop calling me names. i got threatened from this kid that he would kill me, so we had to move to madrid. i-i'm sorry you're probably embarrassed and mad about t-this..."

i took jorge's hand. "baby, i'm so sorry about this. you don't deserve and never deserved that. you mean the world to me. i never knew this happened before to you. i-i'm in shock i really, really feel terrible. w-why would they do that to you?" i felt horrible for jorge. i used to get bullied one year in sixth grade. after that, i became a popular kid. i didn't and don't care about popularity. it didn't and doesn't mean anything to me. jorge means everything to me.

he gulped. "b-benji i'm afraid t-to tell you..."

"jorge, you know i'll love you no matter what."

"o-okay..."

he buried his face into my chest and let a couple tears go by. "benji... d-do you know who crystal i-is?" he asked me. "yes. she used to be my best friend in seventh grade. in eighth grade, she moved to barcelona," i replied.

"b-benji she was also m-my friend. at th-the time i k-knew i was g-gay. she showed me a p-picture if you a-at a party. she l-lied to me and said y-you liked me and y-you were gay. i-i said y-you were c-cute and then t-they told me it was a... a prank. they told m-me i never ha-had a chance with you... t-they figured out t-that i was gay. ev-everyone f-found out that i-i was gay. they... they made fun o-of me. i had n-no friends for a f-few years. t-they bullied me because o-of it..."

"jorge- i-i... i'm so sorry this ever happened to you. b-baby i'm so sorry..." i looked at the clock. four in the afternoon. "b-benji... the kids who played a-a prank on me are at a party right n-now... i-in madrid... five minutes a-away..." i couldn't believe those shits. they ruined my boyfriends happiness. i was ready to hurt them.

"will it make you better if we go there before the wedding and show them they were wrong?" i asked. "y-yes..."

six hours before our wedding. i pulled up to crystal's house and rang the doorbell. jorge was hiding behind me.

"coming!" i could hear crystal from inside. she opened the door. "benji! omg! haven't seen you in so long bestie!!" "thanks crystal! you too. and, oh yeah, i brought someone!" i said. i pulled jorge's arm so you could just see half of his body and face. she dropped her drink and her mouth was open wide. her eyes were big. she yelled, "j-jorge?"

-

🥵👍🏼