Status: permanent hiatus - sorry
Benji
003; i'll write it on your hand.
“Reid, get up! You need to take Kyle to school soon!”
I groaned, rolling out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom. Because I’m still living at home and I don’t have to pay rent, Mum forces me to do mundane tasks for her – like take Kyle to school and pick him up.
I emptied my bladder before having a quick shower. When I was done, I wandered back to my room with my towel around my waist.
“Hurry up, Reid. We need to pick Benji up as well,” Kyle commented as he rushed past.
I swore under my breath. Truthfully, I’d forgotten about Benji, but now just the mention of his name made me pick up my pace. I dressed quickly in black jeans and a plain white v-neck, slipping my black canvas shoes on and shoving my keys in my pocket. I glanced into the mirror, groaning softly at the mess that was my hair. I attempted to finger-comb the unruly black strands into some semblance of order but it refused to cooperate. Grumbling, I pulled a beanie on.
“Kyle, come on!” I shouted as I trotted down the stairs.
He yelled a goodbye to Mum and followed me out to my black car, jumping in the passenger seat.
“Let’s go, let’s go,” he urged.
“Hold up,” I murmured, trying to find a CD to listen to. I didn’t have anything that I knew Benji would like for sure, and I didn’t want him to think I was a douche because of what I listened to. Frustrated with myself and my crappy selection of CD’s, I settled for the local radio station.
We pulled up outside Benji’s house not a minute later. Before I had a chance to sound the horn, the front door opened and Benji came sprinting out, screaming goodbye to his uncle. Breathless, he got in the back seat, sitting in the middle so he could lean forward comfortably and put his head between the seats.
“Hi, Kyle,” he smiled happily, patting his head. He turned to me, blue eyes sparkling. “Hey, Reid! I like your car.” And he poked my cheek.
I gave him a weird look, not bothering to greet him. He leaned away from me slightly, looking hurt, before turning to Kyle and talking nonstop for the entire drive.
“I might be late picking you guys up,” I told Kyle when we arrived at the school. “I’ve got some shit to do.”
He nodded in reply. “Okay, well text me to let me know.”
They got out of the car, Benji muttering a small thank you, but before I had the chance to drive away, Kyle pulled the door open again.
“So, I left my phone at home,” he said sheepishly.
I groaned. “Benji?”
He appeared next to Kyle. “Yeah?”
I grabbed a pen from the dashboard, handing it to him and offering the palm of my hand.
“I need your cell number,” I told him when he looked blankly at the pen.
“Oh,” he smiled. He sat on the seat, taking my large hand in his small ones and writing on it. I couldn’t help but think that his skin was incredibly soft.
When he had finished he looked up at me, smiling nervously, my hand still in his. I shook my head, grinning back.
“Have a good day,” I told him, my first proper words to him since last night.
His blue eyes sparkled and he nodded eagerly. “You too.”
Almost reluctantly, he released my hand and got out, allowing me to drive away. It was only when I got home that I noticed that Benji had drawn a smiley face after the digits of his cell number. I couldn’t help but smile; that kid’s happiness was contagious.
I groaned, rolling out of bed and stumbling into the bathroom. Because I’m still living at home and I don’t have to pay rent, Mum forces me to do mundane tasks for her – like take Kyle to school and pick him up.
I emptied my bladder before having a quick shower. When I was done, I wandered back to my room with my towel around my waist.
“Hurry up, Reid. We need to pick Benji up as well,” Kyle commented as he rushed past.
I swore under my breath. Truthfully, I’d forgotten about Benji, but now just the mention of his name made me pick up my pace. I dressed quickly in black jeans and a plain white v-neck, slipping my black canvas shoes on and shoving my keys in my pocket. I glanced into the mirror, groaning softly at the mess that was my hair. I attempted to finger-comb the unruly black strands into some semblance of order but it refused to cooperate. Grumbling, I pulled a beanie on.
“Kyle, come on!” I shouted as I trotted down the stairs.
He yelled a goodbye to Mum and followed me out to my black car, jumping in the passenger seat.
“Let’s go, let’s go,” he urged.
“Hold up,” I murmured, trying to find a CD to listen to. I didn’t have anything that I knew Benji would like for sure, and I didn’t want him to think I was a douche because of what I listened to. Frustrated with myself and my crappy selection of CD’s, I settled for the local radio station.
We pulled up outside Benji’s house not a minute later. Before I had a chance to sound the horn, the front door opened and Benji came sprinting out, screaming goodbye to his uncle. Breathless, he got in the back seat, sitting in the middle so he could lean forward comfortably and put his head between the seats.
“Hi, Kyle,” he smiled happily, patting his head. He turned to me, blue eyes sparkling. “Hey, Reid! I like your car.” And he poked my cheek.
I gave him a weird look, not bothering to greet him. He leaned away from me slightly, looking hurt, before turning to Kyle and talking nonstop for the entire drive.
“I might be late picking you guys up,” I told Kyle when we arrived at the school. “I’ve got some shit to do.”
He nodded in reply. “Okay, well text me to let me know.”
They got out of the car, Benji muttering a small thank you, but before I had the chance to drive away, Kyle pulled the door open again.
“So, I left my phone at home,” he said sheepishly.
I groaned. “Benji?”
He appeared next to Kyle. “Yeah?”
I grabbed a pen from the dashboard, handing it to him and offering the palm of my hand.
“I need your cell number,” I told him when he looked blankly at the pen.
“Oh,” he smiled. He sat on the seat, taking my large hand in his small ones and writing on it. I couldn’t help but think that his skin was incredibly soft.
When he had finished he looked up at me, smiling nervously, my hand still in his. I shook my head, grinning back.
“Have a good day,” I told him, my first proper words to him since last night.
His blue eyes sparkled and he nodded eagerly. “You too.”
Almost reluctantly, he released my hand and got out, allowing me to drive away. It was only when I got home that I noticed that Benji had drawn a smiley face after the digits of his cell number. I couldn’t help but smile; that kid’s happiness was contagious.