To Tell You How I Feel

Title: To Tell You How I Feel
Author: Adelaide Elizabeth Morgan (falconkenobi@aol.com)
Author Web Page: http://www.aemslash.co.uk Obsess, Much?
Fandom: RPS – Good Charlotte
Categories: Benji Madden/Joel Madden. Angst.
Rating: PG13
Thanks to: You, for reading this. Paul, for being patient and understanding when I disappear into the computer room for days on end to write. Megs, for the beta. AmethystAngel & Mera for providing me with ‘White-Out’ Good Charlotte, for the song Change, that inspired this fic.
Disclaimer: Benji &Joel Madden are real people, and the events in this story are just that - fictional, figments of my sick and twisted imagination. Hell, call it a fantasy if it makes you feel better. Whatever. No rumours should be started in regards to any events in these works of fiction. This story is written purely for entertainment purposes and no money is being made out of it.
Notes: This one’s for Christine, because she begged for ’Somebody [to] writing something’. So I did.
Summary: Joel offers some brotherly advice when Benji is having relationship problems.

“Try White-Out, “ Joel chuckled, looking up at a frustrated growl from Benji, watching as he screwed up another piece of paper and chucked it in the bin. “Might save a few trees that way.”

Benji glared at Joel, throwing his notepad to thoor.oor. “Don’t laugh at me!”

Joel met Benji’s eyes and nodded. “Sorry.” He watched as Benji sighed and crossed his arms over his chest. He could feel a smile tugging at his lips and turned away before Benji could see.

“What?”

Joel shook his head and grinned. “You’ve got a smudge of ink on your nose,” Joel told him.

“Oh” Benji rubbed it off. “Thanks. Sorry for snapping.”

“S’ok.” Joel turned the TV off and crossed the room to sit on the couch next to Benji. “What’s wrong,” he asked, picking one of the balled up pieces of paper out of the bin and straightening it out.

Benji shrugged, blushing as Joel read what he’d written. “Nothing.”

“Doesn’t look like nothing,” Joel commented. “You’re much too stressed for it to be nothing. So, who is she?” Benji shrugged again, leaning forwards and holding his head in his hands. “You weren’t planning on writing her a note to tell her you like her, were you?”

“No,” Benji replied, voice cracking. “Just… trying to work out what to say.”

Joel wrapped his arm around Benji’s shoulder and pulled him close. “That’s easy, Benj. You just tell her you really like her and ask her out for a drink”

“Wish it was that easy,” Benji sighed, leaning into Joel’s embrace. “But it’s more than ‘really like her’”

“So just tell her.”

“I can’t,” Benji shook his head, pulling away from Joel and starting to stand up, grunting when Joel pulled him back down. “I can’t, Joel. What if… What if she doesn’t feel the same way? We’re… She’s really special to me. What if I fuck it all up and she hates me and never wants to see me again.”

Joel shrugged. “I can’t answer that, Benji. But… But what if she does feel the same way?” He turned Benji to face him. “Only one way to find out; tell her.”

Benji nodded, chewing nervously on his lower lip. Taking a deep breath he looked up and met Joel’s eyes. “Joel, I think….” He shook his head. “No, not think. Know. Joel, I…” He took a deep breath. “I love you.”

Joel grinned. “I love you too, bro.”

“Not like that,” Benji whispered, closing the gap between them, his lips brushing over Joel’s. “Like this.” He kissed Joel softly, tongue slipping through his brothers soft, pliant lips, sliding across the couch to sit on Joel’s lap, moaning as Joel returned the kiss, his tongue stroking against Benji’s, followit int into his mouth.

Joel broke the kiss, sucking on Benji’s lower lip. He grinned at Benji’, cupping his cheek in one palm. “Good. ‘Cos so did I.”

~El Fin~