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Parking lot

But I forgot Ben wanted to hang out, and honestly I need some emotional support right now.

Plus, Milo is at home. I wish he wasn't and I hope he's not getting another bruise for his other eye, but he is at home.

I texted Ben.

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Hey, it's benji. Do you still want to hang out?

I didn't have to wait long for his reply.

Ben :)
Hey!  Yeah, could you come get me?

Benji !!
Yeah, I'll be right there.

I turned off my phone and got in the car.

I didn't know wether to play sad music to match my tone.

Or happy music to maybe make me feel better.

I decided on none, I'd just let me emotions drive the car today.

I was outside of bens house and I texted him.

Benji !!
I'm here :)

Ben :)
Okay, I'll be right out!

I saw ben open the front door and walk up to my car. I pressed the button to unlock the door and he got in.

"Hey." He said, smiling and looking down at his hands.

"Hey." I smiled, and started to car.

I tried to repress my emotions to have fun with him, but it really wasn't working. My hands were gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles were Turing white.

"I love you too," jorge said, the lighting in the room highlighting his blonde curls that fell over his forehead.

The tears from the situation we had been in made his eyes so clear.

The words echoed in my mind once again

"I love you too."

Bullshit.

I just couldn't take it anymore. I pulled over into some parking lot and parked.

Ben gave me a worried expression which I saw out of the corner of my eye.

I laid my head on the steering wheel and sighed.

"Benji," Ben said quietly ," are you oka-"

"No! I'm not damnit!" I yelled, banging my fists on the steering wheel.

He jumped from my sudden noise level, and looked at me.

"What happened-"

"Everything wrong did." I said, looking into his green eyes. "Everything that could've possibly gone wrong went fucking wrong and there isn't shit I can do about it." I croaked, placing my fingers under my eyes to prevent tears.

"Benji- I'm so sorr-" he said, reaching out to place a hand on my shoulder. I instinctively brushed it away before he could touch me.