The next day, Benji was not the first thing Jorge imagined being at his door. He opened it slowly, confusion being clear on his face.
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"Um... hi?" He questioned.
"Hey. Can I come in?"
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"Sure..." he awkwardly smiled, before opening the door enough for the boy to get through.
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As the door shut, Jorge made his way back to the kitchen, where his unfinished lunch stood. He sighed loudly before asking, "Benjamin Krol, what are you doing here?"
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Benji's hands flew up into the air. "What, did you not read my note? I'm taking you out to Avani's party." Jorge scoffed.
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"I'm not going to that!" He laughed.
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"Uh, yeah. You are. One, Abby is gonna be there, and two... Parties are apart of the contract..? Did you seem to forget that?"
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He rolled his eyes. "Sorry.. I can't."
"Deal's a deal."
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"You can't what?" Lou yelled, mouth full of food, walking into the room.
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"Um... none of your business." Jorge yelled, stressed out with everyone around him.
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"Who are you?" Lou laughed, thinking. "Wait... you're Benji Krol, right? Senior?" Benji nodded.
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"Dude! Why are you in our house? Clearly you're not here for Jey, are you?"
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"Well uh.. yeah. I'm here to take out my boyfriend to a party! He's insisting he doesn't go, though." Jorge choked on his sip of water, hearing the word boyfriend. I didn't think we were telling our families?!
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Lou yelled. "You two are dating?! Since when? Jorge! Why wouldn't you tell me this, you little pig?"
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I am going to kill both of them. "Will you two! ...Get out of the kitchen. I'm going insane from this conversation. Honestly." He yelled.
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"Okay... get dressed then! We're going to the party."
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"No, we're not!"
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Jorge sighed, facing the door of the Gregg's house. "Are you sure we have to—"
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"Mhm!"
"I don't want—"
"Nope! It's in the contract!"
"Plea—"
"In the contract!" Benji cut him off, dragging him inside the house.
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Jorge zipped up his sweatshirt fully, as he put up the hood. His eyebrows were covered. "What are you doing? Give me this." Benji whispered, unzipping it.
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"What? No. No, give me that back!" He yelled, reaching out for the sweatshirt that was placed above his head.
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"Would you stop?" The taller boy said calmly. "I'm keeping it. You look cute." Jorge felt millions of butterflies swarming around in his stomach.
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"Here..." he continued. "I'll prove it to you." He grabbed his phone from his back pocket, and took a picture of him.
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"Awww. See?" He faced the screen his way.
"Fine. But don't lose it, it's my favorite sweatshirt."
"I won't. Give me your phone."
"Why?" Benji rolled his eyes.
"Just give me it!"
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His tongue stuck out as he took a photo. I mean, seriously, how self-centered can you get to be taking a selfie on MY PHONE? I don't understand why guys—
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Benji interrupted his thoughts. "Okay.. you need to make that your new lockscreen." Wait. What?
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"So what's your new lockscreen?" Benji laughed, revealing the background of his phone that was the photo he took of Jorge just a few minutes earlier.
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a/n: i cant tell if i hate dis chapter or not Sorry!
YOU ARE READING
its all fake -- benjey
Fanfictionjorge could feel his stomach drop as he looked through his closet to find his notes, or, lack-thereof. or: jorges love letters get sent out with benji first in line to receive one.
