*This fanfic is underneath my folder titled “Creepypasta stuff”. Gacha Club character designs are under this forum: https://www.youngwriterssociety.com/viewtopic.php?f=27&t=116005&start=1395. This is a ship between the Creepypasta characters Ben Drowned and Lost Silver. The human name I have chosen for Lost Silver is Kyle. They are fifteen years old and this takes place in 2005. Anyway, enjoy!*

It had been a few days since that little fight Ben and Kyle had regarding the flyer. They still hung out with each other, but everything felt different. And Ben spent more time playing video games in Red’s garage than he spent playing them with Kyle in his basement.

They were both in the lunchroom together, sitting next to each other like always. But they were just eating their lunch and not saying a word.

Ben took a bite out of his sandwich and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, asking:

“What’s going on?”

“What do you mean?” Kyle’s tone sounded a little defensive.

“Ever since I started hanging out with Red and his friends, you don’t seem to like me anymore. Do you want to be with me more? You can just come over, it’ll be fun and-“

“And hang out with adults I don’t know? Ben, I’ll always like you”-the word like carried more weight than either of them would admit in school- “But I just don’t think you should be hanging out with them anymore. What if-“

“What if what? They’re just people, they’re not going-“

“Yes! They’re people! And people can be terrible! I just don’t think it’s a good idea for you to be going there. I don’t want to be apart of it.”

Kyle’s eyes were brimming with tears, but he looked like he was trying his best to keep it in. Ben reached over to Kyle’s left hand, which rested at his side and squeezed it reassuringly.

“You’re seriously overthinking it. It’s fine. They’re really cool people. Please don’t worry about it.”

He hoped that they were enough to comfort him. Kyle was not much of a talker, so Ben never knew his deepest thoughts most of the time, but he hoped that his words were good enough.

Ben didn’t want them to fight anymore…but they weren’t fighting! Right? Right.

Right.