Forget Me Not (Completed)

Consequence Day

I rushed out of the rink following Benny down the side walk and off a little dirt path. He made a sharp turn and took off towards a playground on the right. He was speed walking, but I was running, and I began closing the distance.
     "Benny wait!" I shouted putting my hand on his shoulder holding him in place. He struggled a bit but I was stronger.
     "I'm sorry Benny.  I'm really sorry."
     Benny sighed and sat down on the swing. His eyes were red, but his cheeks weren't tear stained. I sat down on the next swing over, and turned the chain so I could face him.
     "I screwed up, can't you understand." Benny shook his head not making eye contact with me; he stared at a little blue forget me not almost covered by snow. "Right I forgot who I was talking to. Perfect little Benny. You know it's not easy to always be compared to you." My voice hitched. I hadn't even known I felt that way. "My whole life has been people asking me why I can't be more like you. More like perfect little Benny." He was still looking at the ground. "You know you're not very easy to deal with." I said pushing his shoulder.
     "At least I don't ditch my friends." Benny said without looking at me.
     "That's not fair." I shout angrily, but a wave of guilt washed over me, he had noticed me ignoring him.
     "You care more about popularity than anyone. And you're stuck up and.. arrogant..and entitled... and you're nasty... and you have anger issues." Benny called. This was the first time I had ever heard him raise his voice.
     "Let it out." I yelled "You're perfect, and little, and squeaky." I shouted back at him.
     "Those aren't even insults. You're wasting your potential, failing at school. And uh... um..uh" He stammered looking at me. I hadn't realized we had been inching closer. I didn't even remember standing from the swing.
     "You're uh..um..."Benny slowed looking at me with his big blue eyes. He smelled like vanilla and cinnamon. He smelled like home. His hair was pushed just right, out of his face, softly curling back.
     I grabbed his face and pulled him into a kiss. Pushing him into me with both my hands. I had to bend down to reach, but it felt amazing. It was nothing like any of the girls I had kissed. It was tender and sweet. It held promises; promises of the future, and the promise of more. He pulled away too soon and I already missed it; I already missed him. He looked conflicted momentarily, but it faded into a small smile. He reached down and grabbed my hand. I smiled at him. The first real smile since I had forced him out of my life. It wasn't a "that's funny smile," it was a "I'm truly happy," type of smile. I wanted nothing more than to keep smiling. And to be as close to Benny as possible.