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The blonde haired male slept peacefully in his bed, his window was cracked just enough to let a cool breeze in, it gently swaying his soft, fluffy hair. When suddenly the door was busted down and his mother came in.
"Baby, wake up!" She shook him, the small male immediately sat up.
"I-I'm up!" He said startled, looking at the excited face of his mom confused.
"Look at what came in the mail." She showed him a letter, his eyes widened.
"O-Oh man..! A-Am I dreaming?"
"No, baby boy, it's one hundred percent real. How about you open it after breakfast, hmm?"
"Y..Yeah.." Benjamin smiled nervously and stood up, she kissed his forehead and went downstairs. The blonde haired male put his slippers on and followed after her, he sat down at the table and looked at the letter nervously. He was terrified of reading it, he really REALLY wanted to get in this art school.
"Hey sport- oh it came! You excited?" His dad patted his head and smiled.
"I-I'm EXTREMELY nervous, buthopefullyIgetinandifIdon't,I'llcrybutit'sok.Ithink,yeah,maybe." The blonde haired male smiled, trying to contain his nervousness though it was obvious.
"Don't worry, Ben, I'm sure you got in.
"I'm one million percent sure, my baby is an art god!" Marilyn boasted, a huge smile on her face as she cooked.
"I..I don't know about art god, mom." Benjamin nervously laughed, looking to the side.
"You should be more confident in your skills, Ben." Frank smiled, patting his head.
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The family of three looked at the envelope that contained the painter's future, he was a nervous wreck.
"Sweetheart, I'm sure you got in. But even if you didn't, it's ok." The blue haired woman smiled hugging him.
"T..Thanks." Benjamin smiled and picked up the envelope, taking a deep breath before opening it and taking the letter out.
"The Institute of Art hereby- a-accepts Benjamin Fairest, congratulations!" A huge smile grew on his face, his eyes becoming watery as he read over it a dozen times to make sure he was reading it correctly.
"AH! You got in!" The blue haired woman hugged him tightly.
"Awesome job, sport!" Frank patted his head, both of them praising him as he cried. Cried happy tears, the family of three sharing a celebration hug.
After dinner, Benjamin paced around his room. Staring up at the letter, still in utter shock. A huge smile plastered across his face as he read it over and over it , when suddenly there was a gentle knock on his door. He went over and opened it.
"Sweetie, Pico's here." Marilyn smiled.
"Oh! Can you tell him I'll be down?"
"Of course." She nodded and went back downstairs, he closed the door and opened his closet. Grabbing a sweater with paint splatters and a pair of light blue jeans, after getting dressed he went to the bathroom and grabbed his brush, going through his hair with it. After he grabbed a scrunchie and put his hair in a ponytail, then put a hair clip on his bangs.
"S-Shit, I can't believe I forgot our date was today!" He grabbed a pair of his black and white sneakers and quickly put them on, he grabbed his messenger bag with his sketchbook and art supplies, along with the letter. He opened the door and rushed down the stairs.
"How are you?" Marilyn asked.
"I'm doing good." Pico smiled.
"Are your dads alright?" She asked.
"Mhm, they went out of town the other day for their honeymoon." The ginger replied, noticing his partner come down the stairs.
"H-Hi Pico." He smiled.
"Hey Softie, ready to go?"
"Wait! Have him back by nine thirty, no parties or alcohol. And if you try to fuck my son, it won't end well." Frank smiled.
"D-Dad!" Benjamin turned red.
"Don't worry, there won't be any of that. Promise." The ginger smiled.
"Alright, have fun." His parents waved.
"We will, see you later." Benjamin smiled and walked out the door.
"Oh, Mr. Fairest?" Pico called him.
"Yes?"
Pico smirked and showed him his hand, his fingers were crossed.
"Sorry." Pico smiled before walking out and closing the door before his dad could blow his head off, speaking of his dad, he was furious. Marilyn tried to calm him down.
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"Pico! Pico! I got a letter from the school." Benjamin smiled brightly.
"Oh cool, did you get in?" Pico asked.
"Look." The blonde male took the letter out of his bookbag and gave it to him, Pico read it and smiled at him.
"Awesome job, baby!" He hugged him, Benjamin hugged him back, snuggling in his arms.
"How about a congrats gift?"
"You don't have to, Pico, really."
"But I want too, anything you want-"
"Benji!" A girl called out to him, Benjamin let go of him and turned around, smiling at his friend. She went up to them and hugged the smaller male tightly.
"Cock bloc-"
Grace flicked his forehead.
"Ow! Fucking bitch!" He yelled, making her flick his forehead once more.
"So did you get in?" She asked eagerly.
"Look." He gave her the letter, she let go of him and skimmed through it, gasping.
"Benji!" Grace hugged him again, he smiled and hugged her back.
"How about the amusement park to celebrate?" The brunette suggested.
"Uh what? We were on a date."
"Yeah, next time for sure, G." Benjamin smiled reassuringly, Grace smiled and nodded.
"Ok, I'll leave you two to your date. And Pico, don't do the dirty with my bestie, ok? Bye bye!" She smiled and walked away, Benjamin flustered.
"G-Grace!" He yelled.
Pico snickered and pulled him back into his arms,. placing a soft kiss to his temple.
"I'm really proud of you, Ben." The ginger smiled softly, he gave one back.
"Thank you, Toughie." He snuggled in his arms.
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The azure haired male sat up and looked around, he was in there apartment. It... It was all a dream..
"Blue? Are you ok?"
Benjamin looked towards his partner, he stood up and hugged him. Pico was surprised but hugged him back.
"Nightmare?" He asked, stroking his soft hair. Benjamin shook his head.
"It.. was actually a good dream, my parents treated me well." He smiled, tears pricking his eyes as his grip on him tightened.
"W..Why couldn't I just do what they wanted me to..?" Benjamin asked, tears gently running down his cheeks.
"Because that's not what you wanted to do, it's not your fault they treated you like that. They're the problem, Baby Blue.." Pico said softly, pressing a soft kiss to his head.
Benjamin cried in his arms, Pico reassured him as he comforted him.
If only they his parents treated him well, he wouldn't have ran away, they're relationship wouldn't be in tatters..