*Benji*

I turned around as I felt someone tap me on my shoulder softly. My eyes widened slightly as I came face to face with him. My guy. The one who's been on my mind constantly. I met his gaze, noticing for the first time just how adorble his eyes were. We both stood there, just looking into each other's eyes, neither of us knowing what to say.

"Hey," I said softly, deciding to break the heavy silence.

"Hi," he replied, almost shyly, "I um, saw you watching our soundcheck earlier... I figured I should introduce myself properly. My name's Mike."

I nodded and shook his hand, almost not wanting to let go, but all good things must come to and end eventually. "I'm Benji," I smiled softly, "You're from Linkin Park, right?"

Mike nodded, smiling slightly. "You've heard of us?" he asked curiously.

"Hasn't everyone?" I teased, feeling a bit more relaxed.

I smiled as a blush rose to his cheeks. "True," he nodded, "Alright, that was kind of a dumb question. You're from Good Charlotte? The 'Motivate me' people?"

"If that's how you wanna put it," I chuckled softly, stuffing my hands into my shorts pockets nervously, afraid he'd see them shaking. Truth be told, I was nervous around him. I never get nervous about anything, but just being around him sent my stomach to the butterflies for sure.

"Would you wanna sit down?" Mike asked softly. I nodded and walked over to one of the tables, sitting down. Mike sat down across from me, resting his arms on the table. It felt kind of weird... I mean, he has no tattoos at all, and I'm practically covered in them. "So, where do you guys live?" Mike asked, breaking the thick silence that had set between us.

"DC," I replied, "Washington DC."

"Seriously?" Mike asked, looking a little amazed, "That's practically across the country from me. We live in Cali."

"We've been to California lots," I nodded, "Mainly for recording our albums."

Mike nodded with a smile, and then said, "Hey, Benji, would you wanna hang out with me tomarrow? Y'know, kill some time before the concert. We could hit the Game Zone Arcade."

Was he asking me on a date? No way... he just wanted to hang out... as normal friends do. Not that I'd ever had many friends during school to know... "Sure," I smiled, "Around what time?"

"How'd eleven sound?" Mike suggested, "We could meet in the lobby."

"Sounds like a plan," I smiled.

"Sweet," Mike grinned, "I'd better get back to our room. I think jet-lag is really catching up with me."

I nodded, watching as he stood slowly and headed back towards the elevator. "Night Benji."

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*Mike*

I felt like I was walking on Cloud 9 as I strolled back into the hotel room. Everyone else was sleeping except for Chester, who was rummaging through his bags still. "Chaz, don't tell me you're still looking for your toothbrush," I chuckled.

"No, this time I can't find my razor," Chester replied, then looked at me, "I thought you were going swimming."

It then occured to me that I'd completely forgotten about going into the pool when I'd spotted him, Benji. We'd gotten so caught up talking, that all thoughts of going swimming left my mind.

"I was," I said carefully, "But I met this guy up there, his name's Benji. He's on the tour with us, in Good Charlotte."

"Really?" Chester asked, "Their music is pretty cool. How come we haven't met them yet? We've met basically every other band on the tour."

I shrugged, tossing my towel onto my suitcase and stripping my boardies and t-shirt off, leaving just my boxers on. I went into the bathroom to brush my teeth, my thoughts once again on Benji. We were going to the arcade tomarrow... me and him. It seemed like a date... but as if someone like Benji would be gay, or even bi.

He looked like the kinda person who would beat someone up just for being gay. Then again, he did smile at me all those times... so maybe he was gay.

I shook my head to clear my thoughts and left the bathroom, forgetting about brushing my teeth altogether. I climbed into bed, careful not to wake anyone else up, willing myself to fall asleep so tomarrow would come faster.

*~*~*~*

*Benji*

"Where are you off to?" Joel asked me as I finished getting dressed, lacing my red chucks up. "To the arcade with this guy Mike. He's from Linkin Park," I replied, unable to stop the grin that spread on my face.

"When did you meet them?" Joel asked. "I met him last night up by the pool, but not the rest of his band," I replied, deciding not to get into any details.

"Oh, I see," Joel smiled knowingly, "Does Benji Bear have a crush?"

"As if," I snorted, rolling my eyes. That was the downside to being a twin... you always could see through the other person and know their true feelings. "Well, be back from your date with Mike before four," Joel grinned cheekily, "We're going to get dinner before the show."

"You're crusing for a bruising," I threatened, ruffling Joel's hair. "Hey!" Joel pouted, "It took me forever to get my 'hawk right, and you my brother, have messed it up."

"You're welcome," I grinned, grabbing my wallet and the cardkey, "I'll see you later."

I headed towards the elevator, eager to meet up with Mike again. I'd kept having dreams about him all night... and it sorta scared me. I'd never thought about anyone or anything as much as him.

I smiled as the elevator doors opened and I spotted Mike waiting in the lobby, talking to some girl. Mike looked up and grinned as he spotted me, waving me over. The girl's eyes widened as she saw me. "Oh wow... could I have an autograph, Benji?" she asked, sounding slightly in awe.

I smiled politely and nodded, signing a copy of our CD cover for her. "Wow, thanks!" she grinned, "I'll let you guys go now.. thanks again!"

Mike chuckled as she ran off. "Gotta love the fans," he grinned, "So, shall we be off to the arcade?"

"Yes we shall," I smiled.

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