This story marks my 50th fanfiction! I'm kind of proud, even though many of my stories up right now are unfinished. Hopefully everyone enjoys this! I'm not really sure what it is...I could see it becoming more than just a one-shot, but we'll see!
It was obvious they were going to get together, Benny had decided. He didn't know why the subject had crossed his mind at this point in time, at this dreadful hour, but it did.
The clock read 3 AM. Benny sighed. He was spending the night at his best friend, Ethan Morgan's house. Benny had made a pallet on the floor with a comforter to lay on and a blanket to cover up with. He lay on his back, staring up at the glowing-star stickers that Ethan had on his ceiling. Lucky Ethan. He was curled up soundly in his bed, snoring lightly. Benny wished sleep would greet him. 3 AM, he thought bitterly, why did I ever have to meet you?
More importantly, why was it fate that the girl he had liked for so long, had written his love for in a tree (along with many other names, including cat-woman, but that was beside the point) was destined to be with...Rory? Rory, of all people! The very thought gave Benny nausea.
Deep down, Benny knew why fate was working so diligently to place Rory with the beloved Erica. They had the common-interest-factor. They both enjoyed the same type of music. Sometimes they accidentally wore shirts that were matching, and even though Erica would race home to change once she noticed that they had done it, Benny knew one day she would wake up. One day, Erica would realize that it was fate speaking, and that she and Rory were destined to be together. One day, Erica would not desire to change into a shirt that Rory couldn't possibly own.
It was true that Erica had kissed Benny in the past, but she had only done so under the influence of a stupid spell. Rory, on the other hand, had been kissed by Erica while Erica was under the influence of nothing supernatural. Erica had covered herself by saying that kissing Rory seemed "less annoying," but Benny knew she must have secretly enjoyed it. She probably still thought about it to this day. That was, if she wasn't going back to him for more kissing and kanoodling.
Benny shuddered. He tried closing his eyes. Go to sleep! He told himself, Go to sleep, Benny! But it was too late. He was already obsessing over the most important thing that Rory and Erica had in common. Immortality. It was the one thing that bonded them more than anything. Neither had to worry about the other dying, not unless one of them was unfortunate enough to be hunted down and staked through the heart. And even if they didn't get together tomorrow or the next day or next year...Benny knew good and well eventually, they would.
Benny rolled over on his side, and wrapped up tightly within his blanket. Maybe if he got comfortable enough, he would be blessed with sleep. Sleep could save him from his misery. Sleep...sleep...sleep was something that Rory and Erica had in common as well. Neither of them needed much of it at all. What if they secretly got together in the dead of the night? It was the easiest way for them to spend time together and for no one to ever find out. What if they were...? Right now? Benny's stomach twisted and he emitted a pained moan.
He had to stay together. He had to not allow this to get to him. If he started acting strange, it would be noticeable. Besides, even if he started acting strange, acting upset, shooting death glares at Rory...what would it change? It would change absolutely nothing. Fate was working overtime, and not in Benny's favor.
In the night, he could frown about it, and he would. A frown had been on Benny's face during the end of the night and during the early hours of the morning, and as he finally began drifting off to meet sleep, it was clear he was anything but happy.