Benj x reader where reader has like anxiety or autism and she doesn’t like parties but goes with Benj anyway cause she really likes him :)
—In wich,you have anxiety but go to a party anyways because of Benj
A/n: I made them seniors instead of freshmen, sorryy?
You hated the idea of going to a party, especially because of your anxiety. A high school party,of all. But you were ready to make that sacrifice for your best friend who you secretly have a crush on,Benj. Benj has been your best friend since 7th grade and now both of you are seniors.
"I can't believe my last party is your first."—Benj said.
"It's not like you're too much of a party guy yourself."—You remember him,rolling your eyes at the way he's acting as if he's the most popular guy in school,when he's actually just as dorky as you are.
Maybe he's just better ar hiding it. I mean, he had to after the humiliation he went through in freshman year,when he told Bailey he loved her in front of the whole school. Thankfully,that was about four years ago.
Now you're both 17 and school is almost over. So,he decided he'd take you (force you) into a high school party . He didn't go to them much,just when Alyssa decides to and he would go to piss her off.
"Well,at least I've been to parties before,nerd."— Benj jokes,knowing how much you hate to be called that, specially by him, who's probably more of a dork than you will ever be.
"You're pushing it,Nielsen. You might be my best friend but I can leave whenever you want."—You warn him with a threat and he immediately turns to face you.
"No, I'm sorry. Come on,let's get a drink. You want a drink?"—He asks,holding your hand on his and for some reason you feel warm at the gesture.
"No,I'd like to be able to control my actions, thank you."
"If that's about when I sang in front of everyone,go to hell."—He rolls his eyes but chuckles and drops your hand,gesturing for you to follow him.
"Well,if the boot fits I guess."—You joke,following him into the kitchen.
"Looks like you already know your way around here."—You say,noticing how he made his way to the kitchen without hesitation,even though he didn't actually know the guy who's throwing it that well.
"Junior year party."—Benj replies,mixing something you can't quite identify with a diet coke.
"Oh right,when you ditched me to go to a party and see if you could find someone desperate enough to make out with you."—You say,trying to hide the bitterness in your tone with sarcasm.
"Uh...ouch? Also,I didnt ditch you,I invited you to come."—He states, taking a sip of the weird drink he made like it was water.
"I had invited you first for a sleepover that day like weeks before."—You shrug,acting as if it didn't bother you back then .
Benj stays silent for a few seconds, gripping the plastic cup and frowning confused.
"...You had?! Why didn't you tell me that then??"—He asks, setting the plastic red cup down on the counter.
"You seemed hyped for the party and I didnt want to force you to come."—You shrug.
"I would have come though! I love our sleepovers."—He says, disappointed in himself for forgetting.
"It's okay,genuinely,I don't care,I was just joking."—You lie.
"Well,I'm sorry I forgot anyways. I didn't mean to disappoint you."—He says with an apologetic look in his face.
"It's ok,benj, I'm sorry I brought it u-"—As you were replying,a lot of people suddenly enter the house and the host turns the music up louder for them to have fun.
"Ugh, can't believe you talked me into coming here."—You sigh.
You hate loud sounds. You hate crowds. You feel out of place,overwhelmed.
"Hey,come on, let's get some fresh air then."—Benj says, carefull in how he treats you when he realized the crowd was starting to make you feel suffocated.
He holds your hand and drags you out to the garden,where there's only a couple making out and an already drunk guy passed out a few feet away.
"I'm sorry I'm being such a bummer. I just get overstimulated and -"
"You don't have to apologie for that,dummy. I just like having you around."—Benj cuts you off,looking down at you with such softness in his eyes that you have to remember yourself that you two are just friends.
"I like having you around too."—you say,smiling at his sweet words.
"I don't know if it's the alcohol talking,even though I just had one cup so far,but..."—Benj stops and frowns,as if he's confused with his own feelings.
"What is it?"—You ask,tilting your chin up slightly to meet his eyes.
"Something feels different...between us. Good different."—He blurbs out.
"...I feel different too...have for a long time actually."—You confess.
"Can I kiss you?"—He asks in such a blunt way that your eyes widen and you feel a warmth spread through your chest.
You just nod,feeling more dizzy due to his request than because of the suffocating crowd you two just escaped from a few minutes ago.
Benj leans in closer,nervous. He hasn't kissed anyone since Bailey in freshman year,and he was scared,but he was also relieved it was with you,this kiss.
He presses a quick kiss to your lips,and pulls back almost immediately . Not because he didn't like it,but because he needed a second to breathe.
"Sorry,I'm nervous."—he admits and you chuckle.
"It's okay, dummy."—You smile,so widely that your cheeks start hurting.
Benj stays silent for a second,still absorving the whole he-just-kissed-his-best-friend thing,but then he snaps back into reality.
"Wanna chill here? It's too loud inside."—He asks and you nod.
"Yeah,let's sit in that bench."—You point at a place away from the other couple still making out and the passed out dude.
Benj holds your hand and walks up to that bench,sitting next to you in it. You lay your head on his shoulder,something so natural for the both of you but that feels different now.
"So...can we try that again?"—Benj asks,looking at you and you pull back so you can look at him too.
"Just kiss me already,idiot."—You grin and he presses his lips to yours in a slow kiss.
You deepen it by bringing him closer,enterwaining your fingers in his brown locks.
" I love you."—he murmurs against your lips.
