That day, Benny and I went to the beach. I did a double take as I saw Benny's adorable figure in his swim trunks. They were black and fit nicely. He had an amazing, slender body, and he was blushing so hard, I almost laughed. I was wearing green trunks. We eased into the water, and Benny yelped. It was quite cold at first, but he decided to dunk his head under to move along the process. I did the same, my hair came up flat, lacking it's usual fluffiness, as did Benny's. I had to admit, his hair being straightened by the water, and his bangs across his face, did look pretty hot. After about 20 minutes of swimming, we decided to play beach ball, and hit it back and forth to each other without the use of a net. I hit him in the face a few times, and as he went down, I gasped and covered my mouth with my hands. Each time, he came up laughing and smiling.

"Nice shot." I laughed too, now. I knew he was okay.

"Haha, Thanks." We progressed into child's play quickly, soon fighting over the beach ball, he took it away evetually, and ued his superior height over me.

"Come and get it. Come on, Oh, wait, you're too short. My bad. Come and get it." With one cheap move, I reached around his waist from behind, in surprise, he dropped the ball, blushing.

"Cheap shot." I gave him a sinister smile.

"I had to get it back somehow. I wasn;t going to reach it anytime soon.

"True, true." We continued to play with the beack ball and steal it from each other. I ended up with it at last, and decided to slip on a shirt and get the picnic basket I had brought. Benny slipped on a shirt, too. Another skin tight one, but it was black this time. He slipped on some flip flops and walked over to the towel. He sat down, and I brough several food items out of the basket. A ham sandwich, some watermelon, grapes, strawberries, two apples. I brought out two juice boxes, and a plate of hot dogs. Benny shyly gathered his food onto a plate. He didn't take much, probably thinking I'd think he was a pig if he took more. I took more, though, and Benny nibbled on his sandwich, and ate a few grapes. I cut him a slice of watermelon. He had such a cute way of eating. He nibbled, like a bunny, but without those protruding front teeth. He pulled apart his sandwiches with his fingers, which was something I had never noticed.

"Aww." He was blushing as I watched him eat.

"What is it?" He put down his sandwich. I came over to him and wrapped my arms around his waist.

"You're just so cute. You eat your food like a bunny. It's so adorable to watch." I kissed him on the cheek, then pecked him on the lips. He put his hands around his head, in an embarassed sort of way. It was completely and profusely adorable. I hugged him and pulled him back and forth with the motion of the hug.

"You're so cute! I just can't take it." I saw Benny's bangs fall over his eyes, and he looked downcast. He suddenly became silent. Ominous, almost fearing. I removed my arms and whispered in his ear.

"What's wrong, Benny?"

"There's a man over there. He keeps looking at up and shaking his head." His voice had suddenly become serious, as had his face. He was focused on this man who, as I looked, apparentally was quite burly. He was blonde and had big muscles, and a six pack. He folded up his towel and walked over to us, carrying his towel in his bag.

"Listen, people come here to enjoy the sun. Not to watch you two fags make out on the beach. Cut it out, you homos. I don't need to see that." I got angry. Enraged, I got up. Benny looked scared, and that made me even angrier. he tugged at my shirt.

"Ethan, don't.." I was too mad to let it pass. Who was this man to come up to me and tell me I had to leave because he didn't want me to enjoy my time with my love. My Benny. Who did he think he was? A king?

"Excuse me? Listen, sir. I don't know who you think you are, but I can do whatever I want and love whoever I want to love. I wasn't "making out" with him, and even if I was, it's okay, because he's my boyfriend. Why is it any different from watching a guy and a girl make out-Shut up, you bigot, I'm not done. If you don't like it, you can leave, but right now, you've made me mad, and I don't want to be on the same beach with you for another minute. Come on, love, we're going home." The man just stood there. Shocked almost, until he regained his senses.

"Oh, no! I'm not being talked to like that by a fag like you! What would you do if I hurt your precious little friend?" He walked with purpose towards Benny. I ran over to him and grabbed his arm, but he shook me off. He slapped Benny across the face. Benny's face was the most tragic thing I had ever seen. He looked so hurt, so shocked. I just wanted to hold him. Tears rolled down his cheeks quickly. The man slapped him again on the same cheek, and then slapped him once more on the other side. His head went from side to side..and all I did was watch. I just sat there, frozen in fear and sadness.

Benny didn't move either, but he was shaking now, and he wasn't saying anything. He held his face where he had been slapped. It was red, and looked like it was really sore. He tried to stand up, but that disgusting man tripped him, and he fell hard back onto the ground. The man kicked sand onto him, and spit on him before kicking him in the stomach. All I could think of was that day only a little while ago, when he had taken the hits for me. Had he just done that again? Had I just sat here and watched as he was slapped, and kicked and spit upon? I wanted to slap myself across the face. I could have saved him. I could have took his hand and ran, but I stood there as he walked toward Benny, and was so easily shaken off by the man when I tried to grab his arm. I was so useless.

Coming out of my thoughts, I realized Benny wasn't moving, and I ran over to him. His eyes were open, wide open, but he wasn't moving. His face was pale, and as I layed my head on his chest, I heard nothing. With almost superhuman strength and speed, I picked him and ran to his house. I felt like I was there in 10 minutes, running with all the speed I could conjure. I could only pray that he would be safe, as he lay in a room with his grandma, who was examining him.

Oh, wow. I'm so mean. I've gotten Benny beaten up three times in this story..Will he be okay this time? What do you have to say about that man who went up to him on the beach? Is it the man's faults, or Ethan's fault, or even Benny's? Do you hope he will be okay? Answer these questions in the reviews if you'd like :) Is Benny even alive? Find out next time ;D A big, big, big THANK YOU to everyone who favorited, reviewed, subscribed, read, or added me as their favorite author! I appreciate it so much! I do not own My Babysitter's a Vampire btw, all rights go to Teletoon, and Fresh TV, and maybe a bit to Disney. Okay! See you next time!