*Benji*

"You cheater!" I laughed, nudging Mike in the side with my elbow as his car knocked mine off the road. We were playing Midnight Club, a racing game where we had to each sit in what resembled a car-seat while we raced against each other.

"I did not!" Mike laughed, nudging me back, "You just can't drive for crap."

"I resent that," I chuckled, trying to keep my focus on the game, pouting as his car crossed the finish line miles before mine. "Cheater," I whispered loudly, crossing my arms over my chest.

"Aww, don't be a sore loser Benji," Mike grinned, moving closer to me, his face inches from mine. 'If you move an inch closer, you'll be kissing him,' my mind told me. As if I hadn't noticed.

Mike grinned and leaned back, standing up. "Care to play something else instead?" he asked, "Maybe I'll even let you win."

"Don't go there," I smirked, "I can win on my own thank you Mr. Shinoda."

"Oooh, touchy," Mike laughed, "Don't go PMS on me now. Chaz's wife gets PMS and it's the worst. I could only imagine what it'd do for a guy."

"Good point," I chuckled, following him over to the Skee-Ball tables, "Care to play for points? Loser buys ice-cream," I challenged. "You're on," Mike grinned, shaking hands with me to make our bet official, "You're going down Madden."

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*Mike*

"I think I'll have Chocolate Ice-cream," I smirked at Benji as I'd scored 330 points and he'd only gotten 150 points. "No way man!" Benji gasped, "How the hell do you get the balls to go into the holes? I kept missing!"

"It's all in the wrist and how light or hard you roll the ball," I smiled, "C'mon now, you my friend, owe me some ice-cream."

"Damn," Benji teased, "I was just warming up. Wanna go two for two?"

"No," I laughed, getting behind him, placing my hands on his shoulder blades and pushing him towards the exit, "I want my ice-cream!"

"Alright alright," Benji laughed, "Chill out. You'll get your ice-cream. Is there even an ice-cream shop around here?"

"There's a Ben & Jerry's about a block away," I replied, "You can't miss it."

"Then let's go," Benji smiled, starting to walk in the wrong direction. "Uh, Benji, it's this way," I laughed, pointing the way we were supposed to go. "Oh," he blushed adorably, "I knew that."

"Sure you did," I nodded, "I totally believe you."

"I know you do," Benji grinned.

I smiled back, loving his smile. In every picture I'd seen of him and his band in magazines, he'd never smiled once. He had an awesome smile... I just wished he'd do it more often. "Here we go," Benji smiled as we came up to the Ben & Jerry's, "Your Chocolate ice-cream awaits."

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*Benji*

I watched Mike eat his ice-cream silently, trying not to make it too obvious that I was staring at him, pretty openly at that. "Your ice-cream is melting," Mike chuckled, pointing to the bottom of my cone where the ice-cream had dripped down without me even realizing it.

"Oh," I blushed for the millionth time that day, grabbing a napkin and wiping the sticky mess off my hand, silently wondering why I'd gotten Vanilla. It looked so much like... something I won't get into detail over.

"So, ready for our big show tonight?" Mike smiled at me, "I'm so hyped up to play."

I nodded, eager to play live again. "I can't wait," I replied, silently hoping we'd get to perform before his band so then I'd get to kick back and watch them. "Hey Benji, can I ask a question?" Mike asked.

"You just did," I smiled playfully. "Alright dork," Mike giggled, "It's kind of a personal question and you don't have to answer it. But, are you gay?"

I almost spit my ice-cream right out of my mouth upon hearing that question. "Ah um... no," I began, swearing that his smile just faultered for a moment, "I'm bi... I suppose you could say. I mean, I've only dated girls, I've never dated a guy before."

"Would you be willing to?" Mike asked, his dark brown eyes staring into mine. I swallowed hard. "Well... sure," I squeaked out. Mike simply smiled at me. "Me too," he smiled slightly, "My band mates don't know that though. I just could never bring myself to tell them, 'cause I guess you could say I'm afraid of their reactions. I mean, I don't wanna lose their friendship over something like that, y'know?"

Boy, did I know. I felt the exact same way about my own band mates. "Holy shit," I gasped as my watch alarm beeped, "I told Joel I'd be back before four. We're supposed to be going to dinner."

"Whose Joel?" Mike asked, either ignoring or having not heard the other half of my statement.

"My twin," I replied quickly, "I don't mean to cut this short, but could we go? I promised I'd be back way before now."

"Sure, no problem," Mike smiled, "Tell them it's my fault for keeping you."

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