Our Meeting Spot (Alec Benjamin xreader)

I Built a Friend

A moment becomes a memory, and a stranger becomes a friend. Is it true that all good things must come to an end..?

It was 3:05 AM and I couldn't sleep. I was overthinking (as usual) and was scrolling through the old messages of an old lost friend. His name was Alec Benjamin. I had grown up with this kid, he was.. my best friend. Someone I could always count on to have my back, sing me to sleep (like I wish he could right now), or just be a shoulder I knew I could cry on. He was one in a million.. IS one in a million. Alec has the bluest eyes and with blink, his eyelashes seem like a million oceans flooding towards you like a hurricane. The flutter in my stomach from the butterflies is so unreal. I guess that must be what falling in love with your best friend feels like. Him and I have been neighbors since forever.

As I read more of our conversations, I started to tear up a little. I really did miss him. Now he's on tour doing big things, which he totally deserves after how hard he's worked. We haven't talked in so long and I've lost all communication with him. Since he got noticed and got a manager, things started moving so fast that we rarely talked anymore and he got a new number, a new EVERYTHING, because his manager said he needed a "fresh start". Which I don't understand. I wonder if he ever felt alone in any of this? Part of me wants to send him a message on Instagram and reach out to check up on him and see how he's been. I don't know, maybe I'm just feeling this way because it's now 4 AM, I'm exhausted, and should probably get some sleep.

(TIME SKIP)

My alarm goes off at 7 AM and it's time to get ready to leave for work. I put on my favorite periwinkle hoodie, grabbed some random ripped jeans, and threw on some Vans. I work at our local record store and I absolutely love it there. Music has always held a place in my heart, so this job is amazing in my opinion. Although I wouldn't be opposed to traveling the world and still be involved with music somehow, but I DEFINITELY cannot sing. Sure I can write a couple lyrics, but it kind of comes easy to me because I write a lot of poetry to express how I'm feeling. There's already so much going on that my family has to deal with. I don't want to put my issues on them. So I figured that writing poetry would be a healthy way to cope with the thoughts in my head.

(TIME SKIP)

I get to work and my manager Annabelle, greets me.

"Jamie, I need you to lock up for me please. I have some important errands I need to run and it would really help me out!"

I reply with "Of course, no worries! Get done what you need to get done!"

I had nothing better to do, and besides locking up won't be so bad!

"One more thing Jamie, we got a new package of records by a new and upcoming artist. Could you please put them on that shelf?"

"Yes, no problem!" I said with a smile as I started walking to the back.

You would not believe who's records they were.. it was ALEC'S NEW ALBUM-- "These Two Windows". But I don't understand, these were only on his store online. Maybe this is a special because it's his hometown? I'm not sure, but I continue to do the task I was asked to do. A few hours later, and it's time to lock up.

As I go to lock up at around 9 PM, I notice someone at the door. I walk to the front and open the door to say-

"We're closed."

The boy in the hoodie says, "Wait! Please I'm looking for someone who works here."

"Okay, who are you looking for?" The guy looked and sounded familiar. I could've sworn I knew him from somewhere.

"A long lost friend, her name is-"

"Alec?" I said, hoping it was him and that I hadn't just embarrassed myself in front of a complete stranger.

"Jamie." He said with smile.