Summer In Barcelona

E I G H T

a/n I found some conflict! Aha I'm proud, also I was thinking, after I write this, maybe I'll write a prequal to this about Benji's life before Barcelona, I'll call it Winter in Nova Scotia or something. Or I could make it one of those books where each chapter switches P.O.V's and include Noen and Jorge's life before Benji, not together of course, it'll be Noen before he moved to Barcelona and Jorge before he left his parents house. Would you guys be interested in that?

Benji woke up to soft sunlight streaming in through the window across the room, seemingly stabbing him in the eyes. He had to squint to see anything. Once he adjusted to the light, he looked at Jorge, who was curled up against his chest, his face pressed against his neck. Benji thought back to last night, about his life before Barcelona, life before Jorge. He told Jorge the basis, but the details were still fizzy for him. He had left out the many days he had refused to leave bed, couldn't even look himself in the eye. The many times his father had tried to beat the gay out of him, that one summer he went to a pray-the-gay-away camp and had gotten his arm broken because he refused to fight one of the younger campers. He didn't want to tell Jorge that, he had already been so torn up about what he'd told him, there was no point in telling him the worse parts. He sighed into his dark curls, running his thumb over his cheek bone. Jorge snuggled closer to him at the feeling. Benji moved to get up, the need to pee making itself known as he stumbled to the bathroom. He caught a glimpse of himself I the mirror, his hair a mess and dried drool on his chin. He almost laughed as he peed before washing his hands and face. His toothbrush was at his place and his breath probably smelled horrible. Hopefully, Jorge didn't expect to kiss him. Speaking of Jorge, he more than likely had work to get to, as did Benji. As if on que, there was a knock on the front door, startling Benji, but leaving Jorge undisturbed.

The door was unlocked, so Benji just pulled it open.

"Noen" Benji said slightly confused.

"Benji?" Noen replied, a lot confused. "What are you doing here?" he asked almost at the same time that Benji asked him.

"Sorry, I assume you have a valid reason for being here" Benji apologized. "I'm here because I spent the night, you're here to take Jorge to work, correct?" Benji smiled, letting him in. Noen nodded, returning the smile.

"Where is Jorge exactly?" he asked.

"Bed, he is still asleep" Benji informed. Noen rolled his eyes.

"Seriously?" he asked, walking to his room. Sure enough, Jorge was still lying in bed, soft snores leaving his mouth. "I'm gonna wake him up" Noen announced.

"Don't you dare!" Benji joked, joining Noen beside the bed, shaking Jorge awake.

"Come on whore, wake up" Noen shook his shoulder, looking at Benji to see amusement on his face. Noen contemplated jumping on the bed when Jorge whined.

"¡Deja de perra, déjame dormir!" (Stop that you bitch, let me sleep!) he complained, rolling away from Noen, only to be greeted by Benji on the other side.

"Seriously, Jey, you have to go to work" he reminded. Jorge sat up, huffing, his hair a mess his eyes half lidded.

"Whoa" Benji mumbled. Noen looked at him raising his eyebrows. "What? He's adorable" Benji defended himself, smiling brightly. Noen snorted, standing up. They were late, but it was fine. Jorge didn't really have anything to do at the studio and Sebastian would understand.

"No quiero ir" (I don't want to go) he whined, rubbing his eyes. Benji looked at his wrist, before remembering he didn't have a watch on. He put his hands on his hips, frowning. How did he get up on his own if he acted like this when someone else woke him up? The thought struck him as odd and he couldn't help but giggle. "¿Puedes traerme algo?" (Can you get me something) he asked the room, not caring who agreed.