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Okay. Update here we go.
The beginning was like perfect. Benji came around like six-ish. So then I took him up to my room. He seemed kinda stunned the second he walked in there with my trophies and ribbons and shit. Now believe me dammit when I say I’m getting drafted from high school… okay kind of cocky but whatever.
Then I made the mistake of showing him my baseball pictures. Kid would not stop laughing. Jesus Christ. I think he enjoys every second of making fun of me and my tight baseball pants. Whatever suits him I guess.
He got me The Cure CD. Which he didn't have to do...
Then we played Warning by Green Day. Well he played I sung. Good guitarist he is. I mean REALLY good.
Then he had to go embarrass the shit out of me and sing&play Happy Birthday. Holy shit I could feel my cheeks burn but it was nice and I thanked&hugged him for it. Ah body contact. I’m lame I know.
Then he helped me set everything up and stuff.
But once the party started I kinda neglected him. I felt bad about it at first but everyone was focused on me and it was like what I’ve always wanted.
I guess I drank a little too much because then the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed. Umm okay.
So then I go down stairs and Benji is cleaning up. My heart sank. He didn’t have to do that.
Nor did he have to show me the broken statue. It fucking scared the crap out of me because that thing is like expensive and important to my dad. And now it was broken and knowing my dad having my head would suffice for it breaking it.
Anyways I didn’t really think about it because I was scared because knowing my dad… I just lost it and blamed Benji for it. Like fucking yelled at him. He said it wasn’t his fault but no way was that going to make me believe him, well not when I was that enraged/still a little intoxicated.
Then that really pissed him off and he just left. But everything has worked itself out. For now anyways.
Left his guitar too. But now he has a reason to come back!
Okay I’m about to fall asleep now. Night you all.
The beginning was like perfect. Benji came around like six-ish. So then I took him up to my room. He seemed kinda stunned the second he walked in there with my trophies and ribbons and shit. Now believe me dammit when I say I’m getting drafted from high school… okay kind of cocky but whatever.
Then I made the mistake of showing him my baseball pictures. Kid would not stop laughing. Jesus Christ. I think he enjoys every second of making fun of me and my tight baseball pants. Whatever suits him I guess.
He got me The Cure CD. Which he didn't have to do...
Then we played Warning by Green Day. Well he played I sung. Good guitarist he is. I mean REALLY good.
Then he had to go embarrass the shit out of me and sing&play Happy Birthday. Holy shit I could feel my cheeks burn but it was nice and I thanked&hugged him for it. Ah body contact. I’m lame I know.
Then he helped me set everything up and stuff.
But once the party started I kinda neglected him. I felt bad about it at first but everyone was focused on me and it was like what I’ve always wanted.
I guess I drank a little too much because then the next thing I remember was waking up in my bed. Umm okay.
So then I go down stairs and Benji is cleaning up. My heart sank. He didn’t have to do that.
Nor did he have to show me the broken statue. It fucking scared the crap out of me because that thing is like expensive and important to my dad. And now it was broken and knowing my dad having my head would suffice for it breaking it.
Anyways I didn’t really think about it because I was scared because knowing my dad… I just lost it and blamed Benji for it. Like fucking yelled at him. He said it wasn’t his fault but no way was that going to make me believe him, well not when I was that enraged/still a little intoxicated.
Then that really pissed him off and he just left. But everything has worked itself out. For now anyways.
Left his guitar too. But now he has a reason to come back!
Okay I’m about to fall asleep now. Night you all.