Separated [BXB]

15

Jorge

"Help me get my memory black." Benji said.

I felt my eyes light up at his words. I reached for the ropes to untie them.

He let me and the ropes fell to the ground. Half of me expected him to knock me out and run back to East Side. Using me as an escape.

But he didn't. He stayed.

"Are you serious?" I asked with a smile.

"If what your saying is true. I want to remember. Will you help me?" He asked.

"Yes. I will help you." I said excitedly. "Just one thing. Um. This guy. He's kind of-"

"Forcing you into a relationship?" He cut me off.

"Did Noen tell you?" I asked.

He nodded.

"I just don't know what to do." I said closing my eyes.

"Noen also says you did it for me. Which is another reason why I want my memory back."

"I just. Didn't want to lose you again. And what we had." I explained.

"I get it. But we have to get whoever this guy is out of your business so you can help me." He said with a smirk.

My god. I missed that smirk. I don't understand how someone could be so attractive.

"How come your all interested in getting your memory back now?" I asked.

"Because. I don't know what we had. Or have. But I miss it." My heart felt warm.

"Well. His name is Lucas and if I don't fake a relationship with him then he'll take you back to East Side. And I couldn't let that happen." I said staring into his eyes.

"I'm stronger than him." Benji said.

"Yes you are. But as long as he's here that means the rest of East Side will stay away. If we kick him out then he's going to go back to East Side empty handed and Diego sure as hell won't roll with that. He'll come after us. So we have to keep stalling until we figure out away to get Lucas out without getting Diego to attack us." I explained.

He thought for a short moment. "We'll find a way around it."

I couldn't help but just stare into his eyes. I wonder who he got them from. His dad? His mom? I've never seen his mom. I've only seen his dad in articles and pictures Benji showed me. But if I had to guess I'd say he got them from his dad.

"How?" I whispered.

He leaned closer to me. "Your just going to have to find some way to show this guy who's boss."

His face was only a couple inches from mine. It's been months since I felt his lips on mine. The sweet taste of his raspberry chapstick. His smell. His hands on my body.

"I don't know how to do that. The only thing I have against him is that I know how to fight." I said looking down at the ground.

"Well maybe you should just kick his ass to the curb. And then you can help me remember who I am."

"I'm not strong enough. And I already said we can't do that." I said.

"Yes you are."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"You give me a vibe." He said and I could've swore I saw him look at my lips before he brought his eyes back up to mine.

"What kind of vibe?" I could feel his breath on my lips and I just wanted to grab his face and kiss him.