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Show Me Love	By : starpegasus Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Good Charlotte Views: 2088 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter 5:
Can’t you stop the lies, falling from the skies…
Down on me, I’m still standing…
Can’t you roll the dice, I might be surprised…
Conscience clear, I’m still standing here.
-The Rasmus

Benji’s Pov

When he doesn’t react, I pull away.

“Oh God, I’m so sorry.”

“Shut up.” He moves quickly, grabbing me and pulling me back to him.

The kiss is slow, soft and exploring. His tongue runs softly over my lips and into my mouth.

The knock on the door has him pulling away, and I’m vowing that I would make whoever knocked regret it.

“Benji, Billy, come on we’ve got to go. The plane leaves in an hour.” Joel opens the door and peeks his head in. He takes in the scene before him, Billy in his chair and me kneeling in front of him and smirks.

“I wasn’t interrupting was I?”

“Shut up Joel, before I’m forced to kill you.”

“I should have strangled you in the womb when I’d had the chance.” We all laugh as he heads out.

“So what does this mean?” Billy asks.

“I don’t know…but I meant what I’d said. I don’t want to get hurt. And right now you’re still getting over Matt.”

“So…”

“So this, whatever it is, needs to wait.” We walk out of the room together, our conversation still going.

“How long…you know?”

“We’ll know when the time is right.” We spot the others outside the venue getting into the van that will take us to the airport. Getting in the back, we sit together. The bus will meet us in Vail, where the next show would be.

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I died in my dreams…
What’s that supposed to mean…
Got lost in the fire…
I died in my dreams…
Reaching out for your hand…
My fatal desire.
-The Rasmus

Billy’s Pov

We toured for six more months, going city to city, having so much fun along the way.

*Flashback*

Joel, Paul, Chris and I were hanging out in the front of the bus, Joel reading quietly at the table where the others and I were playing poker. Benji was still asleep. It was peaceful for another hour or so, when we all heard the shuffling. Soon Benji comes tearing up front.

“Alright, which one of you yahoo’s took it?” He demands.

“Took what Benj?” Joel asks, looking up from his book.

“My favorite shirt!” He exclaims while peering at each one of us in turn. Looks ranged from Chris and Paul’s patented dumbfounded look, Joel’s genuine concern, to my totally blank stare.

“Did you look…”

“Yes, Joel. I’ve looked everywhere.”

“Then I don’t know what to tell you except to go look again.” Joel states while pushing Benji back to the bunk area.

As soon as he’s gone, Joel looks at the other two, who look at each other. All three of them turn and look at me.

“We know you have it. So where’d you put it?” Paul asks.

“Put what?” I ask innocently.

“You know.” Chris adds.

“Oh alright, hold on.” Getting up, I walk back to the bunk area, bypassing Benji (who was currently throwing all of Joel’s and Paul’s clothes around), and grab my humungous make up bag. I walk back up front, and place it on the table. They all look up at me.

“One smelly old t-shirt coming right up.” I produce the item in question, and after passing it around, stuff it back in the bag.

“So when are you going to give it back?” Joel asks.

“After I wash it, I’m so fucking tired of seeing him in it. The damn thing reaks.”

“And that will be when?”

“After we get home.”

“You are an extremely cruel but inventive trickster.”

“Yes, yes I am.” We all bust out laughing at that.

“Hey guys, what’s so funny?” Benji asks after plopping down on the couch.

“Just something Billy said.”

“Did you find it?” I asked.

“No.” His bottom lip slides out in a pout.

“Maybe we’ll find it when we get home.” We all turn back to what we were doing before Benji’s crisis had occurred. I look up as I deal and see that he’s watching me from where he sat.

“You wanna play?” I ask. He nods quickly.

“Hey Joel, you mind moving?” He asks.

“Yeah, cause I was here first.”

“So what? I wanna play so you have to move.”

“Well then, you’re gonna have to move me yourself.”

“Them is fightin’ words biotch.” He jumps up and grabs Joel in a headlock and starts to pretend punch him, all while Joel struggles to get free. They move to the couch where, after strattleing Joel, he begins to tickle his twin mercilessly.

“Alright, alright, I give.” Joel giggles. Benji gets up and throws Joel’s book to him.
“I told ya you’d move.” He replies with a cheeky grin.

*End Flashback*

Like I said, good times.

As usual for when we get back from tour, I get stuck doing not only my own laundry but the twins as well. Not like I’m complaining though. Joel had left earlier and was hanging with Pierre at his hotel while the guys of Simple Plan are in town, while Benji decided to stay at home with me but out of the way.

I’d washed Benji’s favorite shirt last. Its when I’m pulling it out of the dryer that I get an idea.

Taking the shirt I’d had on off, I pull his shirt over my head. I savor the just out of the dyer warmth for the few moments that it lingered before being absorbed by my body.

Starting my search for the elusive Benji, I go upstairs. Not finding him there, I look in the kitchen, the living room, and the game room. Not spotting him in any of these places, I decide to check in our basement/studio. He’s there, sitting on a stool playing a riff and singing words that I’d never heard before.

I stand there, letting his voice flow over and around me like the soothing water in a pond. I love the edginess there, a trait that Joel could never match. He looks up suddenly and I guess that he’d sensed me standing there staring at him.

He searches my eyes and I’m almost afraid to ask him if he’d found what he was looking for. Putting his guitar down, he strides over to where I’m standing.

“Benj?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, the way he’s looking at me is starting to scare me.

“You found it.” He says it quietly, and for a moment I have no idea what he’s talking about.

“Yeah I…mmph.” The words are cut off as he presses his lips brutally to mine. He nibbles at the corners of my mouth before pulling my bottom lip into his mouth.

He pulls away and looks at me, the lust burning in his ebony eyes ignites something deep inside me. Pulling his head back to mine, I claim his lips. I slide my tongue into his mouth, battling with his for dominance.

I moan into his mouth as he slides his calloused hands under the shirt covering my trembling body. But when he pulls the damn thing ver my head, memories of the past with Matt flash before my eyes. I pull away quickly, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. I look at him for a moment, shaking my head.

“Billy?” The confusion colors his already hoarse voice as he reaches for me.

“No…I…I can’t…not yet…Oh Gods…I’m so sorry.” I turn, running back up the stairs. When I look back, he’s standing there, his shirt clenched in his hands.

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Star: Hope ya'll like this....and please don't kill me.....
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