Benson boarded the bus, setting everything down to get ready to spend probably a day straight traveling on tour.

He fidgeted with his pocket, pulling out a pack of lollipops before taking one. He could smell your perfume, as it lingered inside the bus.

He missed you. But things were on and off so he tried to suck it up and focus on the tour. This was a regular occurrence, he had fallen in love with you and was unfortunately too impatient to wait until you were ready for a relationship, so everyday were the same good morning texts, on good days you would reply back, on bad days you would completely ghost him over minor things that happened the day before.

Benson just couldn’t give up on you, his friends tell him to run while he can but he was just soo hooked for you, it was the small moments. Whenever he gave you a gift he pondered on, the way your eyes would lit up.

Whenever he visited you after going on tour for a long period of time, the moment you would excitedly wrap your arms around him, like every block or flat response to him was flushed down a toilet and all that there was left was the excited look on your face.

Benson was soo close to calling you, maybe today was a good day. Maybe you would answer, he had done nothing the days before. Or he probably had and didn’t know, like the times he was completely unaware of him accidentally leaving you out or texting back 10 minutes too late. You weren’t the best communicator, but he loved that about you.