Summer In Barcelona

S E V E N T E E N

It took a little while for Jorge to warm up to the two new additions in the group. Charlotte was easier to get to know since she was quieter and less out there as to where Abby talked to everyone. She said hello to everyone, causing Jorge to mentally curse Benji for teaching her a few greetings in Spanish. With that on top of having to go to the wedding the following month, he had no space in his life for anything other than cringing at Abby's extroversions and work. He could barely keep up with Benji anymore, Benji was a trooper though, always there when he needed a pick me up. Jorge tried his best to return the favour but some nights, he was just so tired. Extremely so, especially since Sebastian was out of town leaving him with nothing to do at the studio except sit with Noen and avoid Sam. He didn't quite understand Sam's reasoning for attacking him the way he did except to get back at him for rejecting him, which with the way he treated people you would think he'd be used to it by now. Jorge couldn't help but be down on himself about the mess of a life he had. The only easy part about it was Noen and Benji because he felt so comfortable around them it was hard for it to be anything but.

He fell back onto his and Benji's bed, closing his eyes momentarily. Benji was still at work, he found work at the city centre, he worked as the receptionist, so he greeted people when they walked in and he wouldn't be home until five. Noen was next door hanging out with the girls; Jorge was pretty sire they finally talked him into letting them do his make up or something. He wasn't sure, they had done his last week. Sure, it was fun, but his face had felt weird. Jorge rolled over, staring at his dresser that held his Venus flytraps. You could also tell that Benji stayed there as well, his watch was laying beside the box as well as his rings. One of his jackets were thrown over the back of the chair in the corner and he had a stuffed bear on the bed, Jorge often cuddled it at night. He used to have a stuffed owl he slept with, but he forgot that at his parents house. He sighed, grabbing the bear, and curling up on the bed, nuzzling into it. It smelled like Benji. He yawned as he pulled the throw blanket at the foot of the bed onto himself. As quickly as he began drifting off, someone knocked on the front door. He groaned, feeling as if he had been robbed of something. He just wanted to sleep, that was it. He trudged to the front door to find no one there except for a box. A package? He had to get up for a package? He huffed, wishing there were a way he could see who was outside from his bed, that was impossible however and he could live with that, sometimes.

Jorge grabbed a pair of scissors from the kitchen, easily slicing through the tape. The box was full of books, surprisingly enough. That explained the weight. He flipped through the top one, The Outsiders, before letting it fall back into the box. He had no idea who was mailed a bunch of books, but it wasn't him. He left a note for whoever they belonged to and left them on the kitchen table. They could deal with them when they got there. It was probably Benji, Noen didn't really read for pleasure that much, he never really had time, and when he did, he couldn't sit still long enough to read much of anything. He went back to the bedroom, cursing at the realization that he was no longer tired.

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Benji unlocked the apartment door, whistling as he did so, making sure to stop when he walked in. Jorge was probably still napping like he normally was in the evenings. Benji couldn't blame him, he'd do anything to avoid the heat for a few hours. That's one thing he hadn't anticipated with his move there, the incredible heat that never went away unless you were incredibly lucky.

He switched the dining room lights on, frowning at the sight of a box. In Jorge's handwriting, a note said 'not mine' causing him to smile. He opened the flaps of the cardboard, realizing it was full of his childhood books. He had asked his brothers to send them to him whenever they could, he wanted to read some of them to Jorge. He loved stories and it gave them something to do when they didn't have anything to do. He Lifted the box up, walked down the hall and into their room, where sure enough Jorge was sleeping peacefully. He set the box down in front of the closet, crawling on the bed behind him. Benji wrapped his arm around his waist, kissing the back of his head, moving to his cheek. He needed to wake up if he expected to sleep later which Benji had half a mind to join him under the fluffy blanket and sleep the night through, but they needed dinner and they should hang out with Noen, he'd been hanging next door frequently and Benji was starting to take it personally. He laughed at that. Noen was probably over there because he was bored out of his mind and the girls always had something going on. Noen was the type of guy who never stopped moving, always ready for something to do, unlike Benji and Jorge who spent most evenings spooning on top the comforter because they had the intention of getting up, but if they were under the comforter they wouldn't. It was simple knowledge. Benji laughed at that as well, freezing when Jorge began to move.