"I don't need your help, Ethan...I can do it myself.." Benny tried to convince Ethan to stop buckling his car seat for him. Ethan's height and weight was enough to clear him for car seats, but Benny was still below the line.

"No, Benny, my mom asked me to do it, and...there. It's done!" He removed his hands from the buckle in triumph.

They, and Ethan's parents got in the car. They were going shopping, Benny's dad had given him 20 dollars to spend at the store. Benny had given his money to Ethan's mom for safekeeping. After about 20 minutes of driving, they arrived at a store they often visited. Ethan's mom insisted Ethan carry Benny. She had a tendency to baby Benny, always pinching his cheeks, and squeezing him, and honestly, Benny didn't mind. His dad, being a dad, didn't do that.

"Mom, why can't you carry him?"

"I'm holding my purse, and you're his friend."

"Dad?"

"Oh, no. I'm sure Benny wants to walk, anyway."

"Yes, I d-" Benny was interrupted,

"No, Ethan's carrying him." Her word was final. There was no more arguing.

Ethan picked up Benny, and Benny wrapped his tiny legs around Ethan's waist, blushing, because he was a bit embarassed. Eventually, Ethan stopped carrying him the usual way, and shifted to bridal style, Now Benny was certainly blushing, because not only was he being carried, but in bridal style. He was allowed to walk a little while when picking out clothes for himself, but Ethan's mom also chose some clothes, that were a bit big, and managed somehow to sneak a dress in, but Benny didn't know that until he was in the dressing room.

He tried on a shirt, one that Ethan's mom had chosen, and it was large. In fact, it went down to his ankles. He tried to take it off, but pitifully got tangled in his shirt. Too much fabric, for too little Benny. He struggled once more to get out of the mammoth shirt. Admitting defeatm he opened the door.

"Ethan?"

"I'm not wearing a Justin Bieber shirt, Mom-Oh, yes, Benny?" He stopped his conversation with his mom to turn to Benny. Benny stepped out, and held up his arms, showing the obvious problem. "Oh, I'll help you with that." Holding back snickers, he went into the dressing room with Benny. He closed the door behind him.

"Oh my gosh, Benny. You're so tiny. What size is this shirt-..A LARGE? You got completely enveloped by a large? Ahaha! Wow, okay, let's just's just gather us this fabric and..there, it's off." Benny shivered as the shirt was pulled over his head. He was now shirtless, and chilly. Ethan took a new shirt, and looked at the tag, he then presented it to Benny, motioning to try it on. It was a Batman shirt, and it fit perfectly.

"Like it?" Benny nodded enthusiastically.

"Good. Let's get it before you suffocate." They walked out of the dressing room, hand in hand.

Later that day...

"Mom, you almost killed Benny."

"What?"

"You almost killed Benny."

"How?"

"Almost."

"Ugh. Goodnight, Ethan."

"Goodnight."