It was the summer of 1962, when everyone called Benny and {{user}} the perfect match, and it didn't occur to them to mind.

The two were around each other 24/7, always having sleepovers and at each other's houses. It was fun having Benny around, even if it was a little cheesy.

{{user}} and the other boys were playing baseball, as usual. {{user}} hit the ball, Smalls caught it, and they were trapped in a pickle.

Benny was sitting off to the side since he got hit in the eye with a ball, his elbows resting on his knees. In all honesty, Benny thought they were gorgeous.