Forbidden Love
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Adult +
Chapters:
4
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1,181
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1
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This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of MEST. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Part 2
I stayed behind on the bus, telling everyone who hadn't already left that I wasn't hungry. Everyone seemed to believe me except Benji. He knew me all to well. I had put on Blade Trinity and was half-way watching it and writing in my notebook. There was so much going on inside my head I could probably write the entire next album just by the events of the past 2 months. My head was down, furiously scribbling away when I heard a "Ahem". I looked up into the beautiful chocolate brown eyes of.........
**BENJI'S POV**
Tony told everyone he wasn't hungry. Normally, I would have let it go but his behavior prior to that. Tony was almost never this quiet. Chris told me that he immediately asked about the bunks and then went to "lay down". That's where I found him writing in his journal. We played a helluva game of Halo until I got up from the floor. I was only moving so I could sit on the couch when he rushed out of the room saying something about having to use the restroom. He was in there about 10 minutes. When he emerged, he looked a little flustered. I half-heartedly ate my lunch. Something was going on with him. I know it. He's gonna crack about what's bothering him, and I'm gonna be there for him. I went to find him after I decided I couldn't eat anything else. My mind was preoccupied with Tony. I found him sitting alone on the bus, writing in his notebook again, kinda watching "Blade". I had been standing there watching him for no less than 10 minutes. Damn that man was beautiful when he was thinking. His head down, no doubt his crystal blue eyes had darkened like they always did when he had alot on his mind, hand conveying to the paper what was on his mind. I was just watching the way his hand contorts when he writes. How had I never noticed before? How had I not noticed how his bleached blond spikey hair glistened from his hair gel in the flourescent light of the bus lamp. He looked up when I finally decided to "clear" my throat.
"Benji? What are you doing back so soon?" Tony asked, looking shocked that I was standing there.
"Other than the fact that I live here like you?" I said sarcastically
"Um.....can I help you?" He asked, voice full of uncertainty
"Tony, is something bothering you? I mean, you didn't even say hi to me when we picked you guys up this morning, you fled to the bathroom earlier, and now you're not eating? Please, if something's wrong let me help you. That's what best friends are for!" I said, looking straight into his amazingly beautiful eyes.
"Benji, I.....you see.....what I mean is....." His voice trailed off.
Before I could ask him what was going on, Billy, Jere, Chris, and Paul had come back wanting to play video games. Simple Plan hadn't gotten on their bus yet, so I got up and went to see if I could talk to Sebastien. He's the only one I've ever told my secret to. And as far as I know, he's kept his word about not saying anything to anyone. I trust Seb. Maybe he can help me. I told Joel I was gonna spend the rest of the day on the SP bus and then left.
I was sitting in the back of the bus, talking quietly with Seb the rest of the afternoon. Seb's only answer to Tony's behavior was that he had found out somehow about my feelings toward him and he freaked out. Neither of us could figure out who told, unless it was someone listening in to one of our conversations and then told him. Or, he himself had heard one of our conversations and it had freaked him out. Especially if it was one of our conversations where I had been absolutely hysterically crying. I could never tell Tony how much I loved him. Not just a "brotherly kinda love", but a "I'm-completely-head-over-hills-100%-without-a-doubt-IN-LOVE-WITH-YOU" sorta love. Yes, I am in love with my best friend. Everyone thinks I'm straight, but I'm not. I hide my sexuality very well. Even my own twin brother doesn't know my orientation. Everytime I'm jerking off, I'm thinking of Tony. Everytime I'm with someone, man or woman, I'm thinking of Tony. Everytime I hear one of those sappy-ass love songs, I'm thinking of Tony. I get so frustrated sometimes because there's no way I'll ever be truly happy without, but at the same time I can't come out of the closet and I can't tell him how I truly feel because I know he doesn't feel the same way. I can't risk losing my best friend. My confidant, the one I turn to for everthing (well, almost everythignng!). I can't risk losing him or I'll die.
**BENJI'S POV**
Tony told everyone he wasn't hungry. Normally, I would have let it go but his behavior prior to that. Tony was almost never this quiet. Chris told me that he immediately asked about the bunks and then went to "lay down". That's where I found him writing in his journal. We played a helluva game of Halo until I got up from the floor. I was only moving so I could sit on the couch when he rushed out of the room saying something about having to use the restroom. He was in there about 10 minutes. When he emerged, he looked a little flustered. I half-heartedly ate my lunch. Something was going on with him. I know it. He's gonna crack about what's bothering him, and I'm gonna be there for him. I went to find him after I decided I couldn't eat anything else. My mind was preoccupied with Tony. I found him sitting alone on the bus, writing in his notebook again, kinda watching "Blade". I had been standing there watching him for no less than 10 minutes. Damn that man was beautiful when he was thinking. His head down, no doubt his crystal blue eyes had darkened like they always did when he had alot on his mind, hand conveying to the paper what was on his mind. I was just watching the way his hand contorts when he writes. How had I never noticed before? How had I not noticed how his bleached blond spikey hair glistened from his hair gel in the flourescent light of the bus lamp. He looked up when I finally decided to "clear" my throat.
"Benji? What are you doing back so soon?" Tony asked, looking shocked that I was standing there.
"Other than the fact that I live here like you?" I said sarcastically
"Um.....can I help you?" He asked, voice full of uncertainty
"Tony, is something bothering you? I mean, you didn't even say hi to me when we picked you guys up this morning, you fled to the bathroom earlier, and now you're not eating? Please, if something's wrong let me help you. That's what best friends are for!" I said, looking straight into his amazingly beautiful eyes.
"Benji, I.....you see.....what I mean is....." His voice trailed off.
Before I could ask him what was going on, Billy, Jere, Chris, and Paul had come back wanting to play video games. Simple Plan hadn't gotten on their bus yet, so I got up and went to see if I could talk to Sebastien. He's the only one I've ever told my secret to. And as far as I know, he's kept his word about not saying anything to anyone. I trust Seb. Maybe he can help me. I told Joel I was gonna spend the rest of the day on the SP bus and then left.
I was sitting in the back of the bus, talking quietly with Seb the rest of the afternoon. Seb's only answer to Tony's behavior was that he had found out somehow about my feelings toward him and he freaked out. Neither of us could figure out who told, unless it was someone listening in to one of our conversations and then told him. Or, he himself had heard one of our conversations and it had freaked him out. Especially if it was one of our conversations where I had been absolutely hysterically crying. I could never tell Tony how much I loved him. Not just a "brotherly kinda love", but a "I'm-completely-head-over-hills-100%-without-a-doubt-IN-LOVE-WITH-YOU" sorta love. Yes, I am in love with my best friend. Everyone thinks I'm straight, but I'm not. I hide my sexuality very well. Even my own twin brother doesn't know my orientation. Everytime I'm jerking off, I'm thinking of Tony. Everytime I'm with someone, man or woman, I'm thinking of Tony. Everytime I hear one of those sappy-ass love songs, I'm thinking of Tony. I get so frustrated sometimes because there's no way I'll ever be truly happy without, but at the same time I can't come out of the closet and I can't tell him how I truly feel because I know he doesn't feel the same way. I can't risk losing my best friend. My confidant, the one I turn to for everthing (well, almost everythignng!). I can't risk losing him or I'll die.