-"Every time you try to forget who I am, I'll be right there to remind you again."-

It was 4 o'clock in the morning and I was laying in my bed wide awake. A couple of days had passed since I had spent the night with Benito and it was keeping my mind busy. I was constantly asking myself if it had meant anything to him because to me it had, more than I had thought it would. I never let anyone see how disappointed I was though, when he came over and kept on pretending that I hated him. The others weren't supposed to notice anything, so everything had to look normal. It was Sunday night and we were filming something for Tim's channel, Benito was there too but he was behind the camera, since he had wanted to spend time with Bysael. Of course they had to place me right across from him. It was already hard enough for me to concentrate with him in the same room but it was almost impossible when I could feel his eyes on me the whole time. He acted like he always did and I had the bad feeling that it hadn't meant anything to him. 

As always, the guys had left the room as fast as they could've. Since we had used my camera, I was staying behind and packed it back into its bag. Benito grabbed his phone and wanted to follow his little brother but I held him back by softly grabbing his arm. 

"Can we talk?" I asked quietly. 

"What's up, guapa?" he gave back and smiled down at me. 

"I was wondering if you wanted to hang out sometime?" I questioned. All of my confidence had disappeared. 

"I thought you wanted to keep this between ourselves?" he responded a little confused.

"I do but the others are annoyed from our fights and it's getting on my nerves too, in all honesty." I explained to him. It wasn't entirely true but also not a lie.

"You want to start over." he concluded.

"Yeah. I mean we can just keep it secret and see if we could actually get along." I told him. A smile spread across Benito's face, then he nodded. 

"Thursday, when you finish streaming." he said before he left the room. I started smiling to myself.

Thursday night approached faster than I had thought. Benito and I were sitting in the dining room. He had suggested this day because he knew that all of us went out every Thursday to grab some food. I had made an excuse to stay at home and now we were sitting across from each other. The very first thing I needed to do was ask the very question I had had no answer to for the past two years. 

"Can I ask you something?" I started carefully. 

"Sure, everything." Benito responded and leaned back in his chair.

"Why do you hate me?" I wanted to know. It was not the question that had been in my mind ever since he had spent the night in my bed but I didn't have the courage to ask him if said night had meant anything to him.

"You were unfriendly when we met and I just couldn't stand it." he gave back honestly, "what about you?" he then added. 

"Your temperament, I have no control over you and it's driving me crazy. 

"I'm not uncontrollable as you could see last week. I just don't like getting talked over and you did that when we met the second time." he said, when I kept on staring at him confused.

"You remember that?" I questioned a little impressed about his memory.

"I remember pretty much everything." Benito answered and leaned forward, putting his hands onto the table between us. Our faces were just inches away from each other. I bit my lower lip and ignored the urge to just kiss him. His eyes went from mine to my lips, then he licked his own, cleared his throat and leaned back again. 

"Be honest, that wasn't what you wanted to ask, right?" he stated. I nodded and looked at the glass of water on the table between us. Slowly, I grabbed it and took a big sip from it. Benito stared at me, his gaze fixed on my eyes. 

"What?" I asked, after I had put the glass back down.

"Ask what you actually wanted to ask." he demanded. I sighed loudly and took a deep breath.

"Did it mean something to you?" I responded, not looking away from the glass of water. 

"I don't know." he gave back honestly. Nodding, I kept stroking the glass with my index finger. It kind of hurt me. When I stayed quiet, he said:"What about you?" I shook my head in response and finally looked at him. There had been a spark in his eyes all evening but in that moment it vanished.

"Then you probably don't mind going back to hating each other, right?" he told me, grabbed his phone from the other side of the table and left me sitting there alone. I hadn't intended for this to happen. Frustrated, I buried my face in my hands.

That night I could also not sleep. On the one side, I didn't quite understand his behaviour, on the other I wanted to have him next to me but I didn't have the balls to text him. Also, I knew that he wouldn't drive over to the house again. After an hour in which I had tossed and turned, I grabbed my phone from the nightstand. Very much to my surprise, I had received a text message from Benito.

Voldemort 🤮

You up?

Yeah, why?

Can't sleep... Quick cigarette?

Meet me at the park in 30 minutes

I was asking myself what the hell he wanted from me at 3 am. Quickly, I put on a hoodie and a pair of sweatpants, put my hair into a bun, grabbed my phone, cigarettes and a lighter, and made my way out of the house. The park was exactly in the middle between his house and mine. Somehow, I was nervous because usually when someone texted me at night, it led to a one-night-stand. Benito was already sitting on a bench, when I arrived at the park. I sat down next to him and pulled my pack of cigarettes out of the pocket of my sweatpants. Neither of us said anything, we were just staring into the darkness. I noticed that he was looking at me. 

"Isabella?" he started. 

"Hm?" I responded. He didn't say anything else, so I turned my head to look at him. Softly, he grabbed my face and placed a gentle kiss on my lips. I returned the kiss immediately, without thinking. Yeah, so much for a one time slip up.