I'm back. Hoorah.

Well…let's see if I can jump back into this.

…

The radio within the restroom continued to blare on, captivating the entire room in a musical-lyrical-slightly annoying- atmosphere.

"Hey, boy you never had much game, so I needed to upgrade, so I went and walked away-way-way."

Benny felt the water wash all around him, watching as it continued to swirl around his toes and down the drain.

"Now I seen you been hanging out with that other girl in town, looking like a pair of clowns-clowns-clowns. Remember all the things that you and I did first, and now you're doing them with her."

It had been a whole day since Benny had last talked to Ethan. And believe him when he says that's a really long time, for it is, especially considering their relationship, which, as of now, seemed quite questionable to the spell master. Just what were he and Ethan? Benny had never thought about it, had never questioned it at all. And yet…there was something there to question. No doubt about it now.

"Remember all the things that you and I did first, you got me got me like this."

The beat of the song made Benny move his feet, and though he had tried to stop the urge of wanting to dance in the shower, he couldn't. It was just inevitable.

"And now you're taking her to every restaurant, and everywhere we went, come on! And now you're taking her to every restaurant. You got me got me like this."

Benny felt his leg stomp to the beat, and then grabbed the shower scrub. He was very familiar with this scrub; it continued to assist him whenever he was in the shower. Here, he could be whatever he wanted, a pop star, a Jedi, and, once upon a time, a wizard.

And now, well, he was Benny Weir, the hottest famous pop star of this century.

"Boy you can say anything you wanna." Benny began to sing, following the voice of the still unknown singer. Sure he had heard this song many – many – times, but he had never found it important to know who the singer actually was. "I don't give a sh, no one else can have you. I want you back, I want you back. Want want you, want you back."

Benny smirked and then flipped his hair, strumming his fingers over the scrub which now served as his makeshift guitar.

"I broke it off thinking you'd be crying. Now I feel like sh looking at you flying. I want you back, I want you back. Want want you, want you back."

The boy shuffled to the right, nearly slipping over his own feet – and then began rinsing his hair from the suds that had remained there. (Hey it's called deep conditioning – it has to rest on his hair for at least ten minutes).

"Please, this ain't even jealousy. She ain't got a thing on me. Tryna rock them ugly jeans-jeans-jeans."

Benny smirked, picturing Rory – the vampire dweeb – in horrible cutoffs. Yeah, that would make him pay. How, you might ask? Well…he wasn't quite sure actually, but it was in the song…so it must be right.

"You clearly didn't think this through, if what I've been told is true"

"You'll be crawling back like boo-hoo-hoo."

Benny smiled, finally done rinsing away all the soap from his scalp.

"Remember all the things that you and I did first, and now you're doing them with her. Remember all the things that you and I did first. You got me got me like this like this. And now you're taking her to every restaurant, and everywhere we went, come on!

And now you're taking her to every restaurant. You got me got me like this."

A knock at the door suddenly sprang Benny back to life, diminishing his fantasy of performing in front of an open audience – Ethan standing before him with a single red rose. (What he was doing there, he didn't really know…but he liked it, especially with that 'cute' smile on his face).

"Boy you can say anything you wanna, I don't give a sh, no one else can have you." The verse continued as Benny poked his head out from within the curtain that shielded the bath tub.

"Who is it?" He asked.

"It's grandma," Grandma Benny answered, knocking once more, "hurry up or you'll be late for school, young man."

"I want you back, I want you back. Want want you, want you back. I broke it off thinking you'd be crying; now I feel like sh looking at you flying. I want you back, I want you back. Want want you, want you ba-"

The radio had shut off with a single whisk of Benny's hand, and a towel had propped around him when he had stepped out of the shower. He was supposed to go to school today, wasn't he? He had nearly forgotten, or had pretended to forget that is.

With a shrug, he began to dry himself off, all the while wiping the mirror in order to see his reflection. He didn't want to go to school today, but pretending to be sick wasn't an option and no matter what he did he would have to face Ethan one way or another.

The only problem though…was what he was going to say to him when he faced him.

…

Ethan walked into the school very slowly, his eyes darting every which way to see if he could spot the spell master, it wouldn't be that hard, not with the shirts he wore. It was like looking for Waldo when it came to Benny.

The thing was though, was that Ethan had no idea about what he was going to say once he found Waldo – I mean Benny. They haven't exactly talked about the other night, and Ethan was beginning to think that his best friend was avoiding him. Then again, Ethan hadn't tried to talk to the other at all…he had been too chicken to do it.

What if Benny hated him? What then?

'No,' Ethan thought to himself, dismissing the thought altogether, 'this is Benny I'm talking about – he wouldn't…then again…'

It was in this state of thought that Ethan had collided into the one person he hadn't expected – no, it hadn't been Waldo, but oh did Ethan wish it had been.

"Benny." He blurted, turning red at the mere sight of the taller boy. Suddenly Ethan recalled just why the two were fighting exactly; honestly, he had overlooked much of it, trying to deny his mind from recalling the little 'incident'. But now here it was, right up in his face.

Or an inch or two up in his face considering Benny's height and all.

"…hi," Benny greeted in return slowly, nodding like an idiot, "…Ethan."

The way Benny said his name made him pause, it wasn't as though he had merely spoken it, like usual, no, he had hit every letter - every sound.

E-th-a-n

Again, Ethan couldn't fight the blood that had rushed into his cheeks.

"…how you've been? I haven't seen you since…"

'Ah, crap.' Benny thought, mentally scolding himself for bringing up the 'incident' already.

"I've been good." Ethan answered quickly, before the other could continue on with his statement.

Benny nodded accordingly.

"…so, you've been hanging out with Rory?"

"What?" The shorter brunette asked, evidently surprised.

"I saw you two go out for a fly." Benny explained.

"Oh," Ethan nodded, "that…yeah, he was bored, and I was-"

"Avoiding me?" Benny cut in, again mentally scolding himself soon after.

Ethan gawked.

"What? I wasn't avoiding you – I haven't been at all. It's you. You're the one avoiding me."

Benny felt the heat rush to his cheeks this time. Looking around, in the long school hallway filled with his peers, he realized that this was not a suitable place to have this conversation.

"…can we talk about this later on, E?" Benny asked quietly, still peering round.

Ethan did likewise, and then nodded, already walking away from Benny with a small wave and a 'my house' escaping his lips. Benny watched perplexed as the other left him, sure he hadn't expected them to just rekindle after that, but he didn't know that postponing their 'talk' would lead Ethan to avoid him till then. And no way did he know that postponing their talk would lead Ethan to bumping into Rory, and them hanging out for the remainder of the day!

Benny glared all day at the blond, but initially he knew that it was his fault. He had forced Ethan into those arms of the Doofus the night he had left after the kiss.

It was his entire fault.

Thinking about it now, he knew what he had to do.

And he knew just exactly what it was he wanted of Ethan.

"Boy you can say anything you wanna. I don't give a sh, no one else can have you. I want you back, I want you back. Want want you, want you back."

Ethan was his.

…

Yay, an update. Hopefully it's good. Sorry I haven't written anything in a long time, I've been so busy since the beginning of the school year.

Anyway, please review and such.

Sorry for any grammar mistakes!

Thank-you.

- Peace.