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Ben glanced at his watch, gently tapping on the glass screen. 5:30 and the sun was already starting to set, usually at this time, Ricky would be there by now. He could be late… or just not be coming at all. Not like Ben cared or anything, he was just bored of drawing the same greaser for the fifth time. Totally, yeah, not like he cared or anything.
As if on cue, a repetitive knock came from his window, slightly muffled. He must’ve forgotten to tell Ricky that his mom recently fixed the window after almost six months of neglect. He walked over towards the window and clicked the hatch, unlocking it and watching as Ricky tumbled down onto his nightstand, knocking over an Elvis Presley vinyl.
”You could’ve at least been a bit more lighter when falling down, could you, shitbird…” Ben groans, going back to his drawing pad and flipping the page, noticing Ricky staring at himself in charcoal shading.
”Guess you’ve been busy, eh?” Ricky teased, flashing his cocky grin for the tenth time today. It’s rare to see Ricky not smiling or smirking, like it’s engraved into his personality. Even so, it always seems to make Ben’s heart skip a beat, yet he denies it if Ricky ever mentions it.
”It’s not my fault *someone* was thirty minutes late, is it?” Ben hissed, tucking his drawings of Ricky underneath his bed in a messy manner, feeling Ricky’s eyes watching him as he crouched down. He stood up and dusted his pants off, his eyes meeting Ricky’s as the two stared at each other for a while before they both looked away.
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As Ricky settled in—taking off his leather jacket and discarding it on Ben’s bed along with his jeans—Ben ate dinner with his sister, Donna, and his mother, Diana. As the two woman chatted about some girly stuff, Ben picked at his food and took nibbles every minute or so. He heard Donna mention prom, which was coming in about two to three months from now, sighing to himself. He knew that he probably wouldn’t be able to find a date for the prom, let alone be asked out. Unless… Ricky would go with him…
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Nope, no, and nada. That would never happen, not in a million years. Boys can’t love boys like that, neither can girls. It only goes one way: boys love girls or girls love boys, and it’s been like that for a long time. It’s seen as a “sin” or something that the devil would do to young boys, like they didn’t know any better. No matter, he had himself and himself only. He wouldn’t dare go to another party event… after what happened last year. His mom would totally send him to that christian school, too.
As he opened the door to his room, he was greeted with the sight of Ricky, curled up in the latter's blanket. Ben internally squealed like a little kid, yet his face stayed indifferent as he walked up towards Ricky, staring at him like he was taking in all his features.
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Not like that. (It totally was that way)
Ben sighed, grabbing his pajama's and going over to his bathroom to change. After he did so, he crawled into bed with Ricky. He thought to himself for a moment, thinking about tomorrows activities. The principal had invited his homeroom along to a trip to a retreat camp in New York, which wasn't a big trip, yet it was a chance for him to go outside more besides going to his job. He could spend time with Lola, too, since they're together... that's what couples do, they go outside and have a great time. Yeah, they have good times.
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Why doesn't Ben feel too happy about this?
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