Traded In His Misery {Brusnop Remake}

Man, Am I Proud Of Myself On This One

Ben's POV

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"Ben, dear, we're going to go get you some clothes that fit you... is there any particular type of clothing you like?" Danny's mum, Sharon, walked in.

"Nothing in particular.  I've never been picky... long sleeves and hoodies mainly." I told her shyly. She nodded.

"Alright. I'll bring Danny so he can help pick stuff out." She told me. I nodded. "Philip is downstairs making dinner if you want to go down."

"Okay." I nodded and aimlessly poked at my shoulder. "Um... Mrs. Worsnop,  when did the doctors say my stitches come out?"

"Honestly, dear, they didn't say. They said they'd call and they never did." She told me.

"They itch." I kept poking it. She walked over and flicked my hand away.

"It looks better though." She said. I nodded and went to poke it again. "Don't poke it." She scolded.

"Sorry." I mumbled. She just chuckled.

"We'll be home in about an hour." She told me before leaving the room.

I sat on the bed in the same spot for a while before laying back and thinking about everything. Eventually my thoughts put me to sleep, because I was being awaken next by Danny, sitting on the side of the bed leaning over me.

"Good evening, Sleeping Beauty. It's dinner." He said.

"Not hungry." I yawned and tried to roll over, but a hand landed on my side.

"You and I both know that's bullshit. Come on before I carry you down." He stated. I grumbled and sat up.

"Asshole." I mumbled.

"What did you say?" He said with a hint of a smile. "Did you call me an asshole? I am the almighty D-Snop!" He stated and started poking my sides.

"Stop!" I yelled and tried to wiggle away from him but I couldn't help but laugh at him. He laughed along with my until I was laying on my back and no sound came out; I just laid there with a red face and my mouth hanging open in a silent laugh. He stopped finally and I held my ribs, catching my breath.

"You have an amazing laugh." He chuckled. I shut up instantly and looked down. "Did I say something bad?"

"N-no... I've just..." I shook my head. Never been complimented. "Nothing. It's nothing." I stood. He gave me a strange look before standing and following me down the steps. After dinner,  Sharon handed me two bags of stuff.

"Try it on and if it doesn't fit I'll take it back tomorrow." She told me. I nodded and followed Danny up the steps, who was holding two more bags. I sat the bags on the bed and began pulling out random items of clothing and other things boys would want.

"You know, I think even when they get him locked away, my mum wont let you go. She's gonna like... keep you as her second child." He chuckled. I blushed lightly.

"I don't think I'd go if they wanted me to. I've been shown more hospitality in the three and a half weeks I've been here than I was shown in fifteen and a half years at my house." I told him and looked  in the mirror at the scrawny boy with twigs for limbs, wearing an oversized tank top and extra-over sized shorts. My hair was in a mess like I'd woken up and left it, even though I had brushed it that morning. "My dad always made me keep my hair short...I think I like it long..."

"It looks nice long." He nodded. I pulled out a pair of jeans from one of the bags. Danny walked from the room while I tried on various pairs of jeans. All but one pair of the jeans fit, which I put back in the bag. I set the other jeans in a pile before having Danny walk in.