ONE MORE NIGHT,

[milo]

GET IN MY BED, I WANT TO KILL YOU.

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challenging ben nelkin probably hadn't been a great idea on milo king's part. he was vulnerable, defenseless, and... highly ticklish, among many other things. the fact that he was in his bunk at such a time was probably an even worse idea than the former, and so, being as witty as he was (and having as much common sense as he did), he crept out of the bunk and out the bus. he could hear the footsteps running down the aisle inside, and he ducked behind the side of the bus in hopes that ben would have a sudden burst of gullibility and not find him. he was a lucky one, that milo. breathing shallowly, he peeked out the side as he watched the darker brunette walking somewhere. the expression he could not tell, either determined or defeated. he couldn't read faces from behind. sighing contentedly, he began walk off to do something or other. in this case, it was going to grab some food from somewhere or other. he never made it.

fangirls were probably the bane of his existence. fanboys were awkward. fangirls were just plain scary. plus, he hated the attention. sure, milo enjoyed being flirted with, but not fawned over... or stalked, because that was even worse. this time it was a group of three. skinny as hell, short, skinny jeans, the entire package of the type. "milo! can we get pictures? or, can i—" he shook his head. "a picture, yeah." he paused slightly as they approached him, closer and closer until they were clinging to whatever body part they could get a hold of. snap, snap. then it's pictures by themselves, which may or may not be the worst part of the entire experience. it was in the course of his day, or so it would soon seem. one girl, two girl, three. it was the last that really got to him. the smell of nicotine on her underaged breath, the cheap red lipstick and the long, fake eyelashes. "okay, one, two, three!" and in that instant, bright, sticky lips stained his cheek red and they only became increasingly pink with the blush that soon overcame them. he didn't like that kind of contact in the least.

he was beginning to shake just as she pulled away. milo's index and middle fingers roughly pushed over the substance, wiping the red lipstick off onto his fingers and then transferring it to the denim of his jeans. "well, uhm, nice m - meeting y - you girls, but...i h - have to go an - and... yeah." a sharp intake of breath passed through his nostrils as he turned on his heels and began his walk back to the bus. the only dinner he would be having tonight was a bowl of captain crunch that he could barely stomach. as soon as he had made his way back to the bus, he ran into his bunk in a very literal fashion. as dangerous as the small space had seemed just a few minutes ago, it suddenly felt like his safe haven. open spaces had always frightened milo. this small one was the best thing that had ever happened to him. the hours advanced and in his state of panic he somehow fell asleep. although he thought this would relieve the attack, all that it did was convert his thoughts into nightmares. the picture in his mind of his mother that the small details on the girl had triggered made him shutter and want to scream. moan. anything like that, really. it was uncanny and sickening how much the little things could get to him — but that's what the disorder meant to do to him, and there wasn't any stopping it from getting its way.

luckily for him, the shallow yet nightmare filled sleep ended eventually with a shake and his own cupping his cheek and running up to wipe back his now cut hair from his forehead. milo shuddered and rolled to his side, burying his face in the pillow because then he couldn't discern the small tears from the bit of sweat on his brow. he hadn't let this overtake him in quite some time, but now he was stuck in his episode and he couldn't get out. it was only when his curtain slid open that he was reattached to reality. a surprisingly sober male stood in front of him with a wicked smile on his face that milo could hardly describe. a cuss echoed in his own head. shit, shit, shit. the scare had completely made him forget about this. "g - go away, ben." a shiver sent down his spine eerily, and he flipped over on his side so he wasn't facing the plush lipped male. "i'm really not in the mood for this." milo was terrified, and more than anything, this whole ordeal was embarrassing him, as much as he didn't need to be.

ooc. i changed it so it wasn't silly so that was it wasn't exactly from the im thread and i didn't feel like a museless loser and because... err, this is how milo is. i hope its alright! tag. mj!

[benjamin raine nelkin]

WHEN BENJAMIN NELKIN GOT HIS MIND set on something, when he was determined, it was usually hard to get him to focus away from it. depending on how determined he really focused he really was on the whole thing. sometimes he could be easily distracted by someone else talking to him, or by food, or by fans. or something that would also distract a kid of the age of eight. it could be easy to say that benjamin wasn't exactly the most mature person on the planet. and he really wasn't. even if what he had been given to deal with at an young age should have given him should have matured him in some way. but no ben was still a little kid. almost like he had stopped maturing. but at a young age, he was so confused, too confused to get things right. but he had still never told anyone. everyone thought it was just unmedicated adhd, or him just being to high or drunk or whatever to think properly and just make him act like a kid. and well, the could be the case some of the time. but not all the time. no, benjamin nelkin wasn't all the right in the head. needless to say, he usually went with the adhd story more so than anything else. it just made sense, right? he was keeping way too many secrets inside of that too large head of his. and he had always been told more times than he needed that it wasn't a good thing for him, but he still continued to hold them in. but anyway.

after signing off of his laptop and closing it, he rushed out from the back lounge. (he did make a pit stop at the bunks, frowning a bit when he saw that his friend wasn't there.) and even though it would have been a smart idea to just stay in the bus (the boy would have to come back eventually, right?), he rushed down the stairs and out the door. it shouldn't have to be said that he almost fell off the bottom step as he attempted to hop down. grace was definitely not his middle name. but he managed to catch himself. hey, he was getting better with coordination. sort of. it could have been worse, like if he had fallen, did a face plant right into black tar parking lot they were in. honestly it wouldn't have been the first time ben's pretty little face would have hit against asphalt. but that's just another story. moving on though. after steadying himself, he looked around the area, or, shifted his eyes around and tried to listen for any other sounds. and there really wasn't much except for a few techs. so what did little ben nelkin do? he continued walking on, keeping an eye out for his apparently self conscious friend. yeah, that may have worried ben just a little bit. he hated seeing someone close to him thinking negative things about himself. (wasn't that a bit hypocritical though? as he hated a majority of everything he was.)

he was distracted from his thoughts soon though, as he heard a noise coming from the distance. that noise turned out to be someone shouting his name. part of him was overly relieved when he saw it was just one of the techs. yeah, ben nelkin did love his fans and all, but there were some that did scare the shit out of him. mostly just the girls. even if they were rather amusing at time, with all their ideas about how he was dating someone in the band, and their little stories. though, the loud screeches and squeals he heard from the, he could live with out. (has he ever mentioned that one girl who actually cried when she met him? he wasn't sure if he should have been scared or flattered. he still doesn't know come to think of it.) but, back to the subject. he headed over to where the tech was standing, helping him pick up a few things and bringing them into the trailer. yeah, a slight distraction, but he still kept an eye out for the boy who was currently missing. many people would actually be surprised if they found out that benjamin nelkin was actually a good person at heart. and he really was, through all the fake cockiness he played off. yeah, the boy was a little messed up in the head. not that anyone really knew that though. well, adrien might have been the only one that had been able to almost slip into his mind. but the boy hadn't gotten to far.

it was a while later after that he ended the almost endless conversation with random merch kid before he headed off again. shouldn't really be that much of a surprise though, one ben started talking and got into a conversation, then it was just hard to get him to stop. he wasn't one of those shy, modest rock stars. he was loud, obnoxious and outgoing. and he really did talk to everyone. random strangers that asked him questions on the streets, fans, friends, family, everything. sometimes, he would extend the conversation just to keep a person around. 'cause honestly, benjamin wasn't the type that liked to be alone. ever. even if his mind was telling him to get away from everyone. the only time that ever happened when was he locked himself up in the back lounge, hotel room, bed room, for who knows how long with just his keyboard and sheets of music. so many songs got written this way. so many songs that would never show up anywhere in the world. but this was just ben, the eight year old boy stuck in the body of a twenty year old man. and music, that was the only thing that ever really got him through, it was the only thing that ever got him through.

benjamin headed back to the bus soon after ending the conversation, his little task almost gone from his mind. but no, it was still there, lurking in the background and waiting to take action. a smirk grew on his lips, as he entered back into the bus, and being oh so graceful again and tripping up the steps. it was that moment when he decided that he should suggest that they get a ramp instead, for him to just slide down instead of having his death being caused by a pair of stairs. he blinked as he head onto the bunk area, stopping momentarily at the familiar sound of someone sleeping from a certain someone's bunk. a smirk crossed over his lips as he stopped in front of the boy's bunk and pulled back the curtain of milo's bunk.

and then, well, something sort of happened. there was something wrong with his friend, if it wasn't obvious from the words the other had said to him. ben's expression quickly changed. the smirk falling from his lips and being replaced with a straight face. "hey," he started, voice quiet. "are you okay?" he asked, concerned, as he reached over and rested his hand on the other's arm, rubbing it gently. yes. he was genuinely concerned about his friend. he always had been. people's feelings always mattered to him more than his own. all ben really wanted was for people to be happy, even if it did cause him pain. it could be said that he did have a big heart, almost as big as his ego. but that's just another story.

TAG milo king !
WORDS 1,267
OUTFIT he should have held up the skirt
CREDIT template, banner: mary jane; lyrics: bob marley.
NOTES awh and this is just really bad.

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