Ray's Story - Life Is A Highway

I started posting this on here a while ago when the link didn't work, so even though it seems to FINALLY work now, I'll update it. I love you, Ray : D!!!:

CHAPTER 6

(why do I feel like Nigel is an evil witch or fairy godmother gone wrong in this?)


After walking back inside the ferry, Benji and Donyelle sat across from Travis and Heidi, blushing furiously. Travis and Heidi looked at each other quickly, then looked back at the pair with knowing smiles.

Trying to ease the awkwardness, Heidi asked, “Is it cold outside?”. As Donyelle was about to answer, Travis added, “Or was it really, REALLY hot out there?” and winked. Heidi burst out laughing uncontrollably, Travis tried to keep a straight face, and Donyelle and Benji turned an even deeper shade of red.

“Travis, come on!” squealed Heidi when she could finally speak again. “Sooo, did you two see Nigel sleeping?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

“Huh? Oh, umm, yeah, I think we did”, answered Benji absentmindedly. He was a little distracted trying not to think of what just happened with Donyelle. It was hard to do this, however, with her hand sneaking its way up onto his knee. Benji felt every one of his hairs stand on end.
“I feel bad for whoever has to share a room with him on the tour! He was snoring really loudly!” exclaimed Heidi.
“I heard he was going to move onto our bus!” joked Travis.
“Don’t be stupid, Trav. There’s no room for him on our bus.” Heidi replied and rolled her eyes.
“Well, there is if two out of four of us…” he trailed off, looking at Donyelle and Benji to get their reactions “…share a bed!” he finished, causing Heidi to pinch him.
“What?” he asked with feigned innocence. Heidi just glared at him, Donyelle and Benji pretended that they had not heard him.

“But seriously, are you two, you know, dating?” he asked, looking down at Benji’s thumb, which was lazily stroking the back of Donyelle’s hand that was rested on his knee.
“We were just discussing that.”, Donyelle answered. “We are going to be a little more serious about our relationship”. As she said this, she squeezed Benji’s hand.
“But Donyelle has some things to work out before we take things too much further,” Benji added. Donyelle nodded in agreement, thinking of how Tahir would handle the news.
“That’s great! Keep us posted, okay?” said Heidi. They nodded.




The walk from the ferry to the hotel was short, but still painful on Donyelle’s toe. Benji stayed behind to walk more slowly with her. He tried to make her laugh to distract her, talking about his and Lacey’s childhood adventures. It worked—she was distracted from her pain, but also because his right hand was giving her a light neck massage as they walked.
‘This treatment could cure any injury’, she thought blissfully.

Suddenly, she felt an unfamiliar hand on her shoulder. She turned around and saw Nigel standing beside them.
“Hi Nigel” Benji said with a question in his voice.

“Hello, you two. I’m going to get straight to the point”, he said.

“Okay” they responded, a little nervous.

“You know, I was originally a fan of the whole ‘Benjelle’ craze. In fact, I helped start it. But it has gotten too far, and it is outshining the other dancers who have worked so hard to get here. Obviously, my past warnings have not been enough. Not only have you two stayed in close proximity to each other, but you have been spotted by fans smooching in public just now! You don’t know how much PR this is going to take to make the press forget about this! And their questions! How can I respond that you two are just friends, when you’re doing THAT in public?” He looked at them seriously, a little breathless from his tirade.

Benji and Donyelle were breathless, too. Their most sacred and intimate moment thus far, caught by fans with cameras. Their hearts beat rapidly in fear and embarrassment as they searched for a reply.

“Nigel, we’re sorry. We really thought we were alone. We’ll try to keep it cool now. We’re really sorry.” Benji responded.

“That doesn’t cut it, Benji. You two are a liability to this show; we never know if you’ll keep control of yourselves in public. For goodness sakes, you’re not teenagers!” Nigel sighed.

Donyelle felt a lump rise in her throat. ‘How could I?’, she thought, disappointed and annoyed with herself. ‘I dragged Benji into this, and now his good reputation is being tarnished. I wish I had more self-control, but when I am with him, I really do feel like a giddy, horny teenager’.

Meanwhile, Benji was just thinking, ‘I’d like to see YOU try to control yourself when you’re this close to her, Nigel. You’d have to be an asexual superhero’.

“I think what we’re going to have to do with you two is some more serious separation,” Nigel continued. “Benji, you and Dmitry will switch tour buses from now on”.

Benji and Donyelle inhaled sharply in unison. Benji was crushed. Just as he had started something beautiful with Donyelle, he was going to be replaced by sex-god Dmitry.
‘Oh, God.’ he thought, terrified. ‘Dmitry will be sleeping right above Donny!’. He was suddenly plagued by insecurity and instinctively stood up taller and puffed out his chest a bit. For the rest of the walk home, silly, geeky Benji was replaced by protective, macho Benji, as he moved his hand from its previous position on Donyelle’s neck to dangerously low on her back.


In the hotel, Nigel read off the sleeping arrangements. It was no surprise that Heidi and Donyelle would share a room, and ‘Tranji’ would share another. The top 10 contestants gathered in Donyelle and Heidi’s room to chat.

“So, what was Nigel talking to you guys about earlier?” asked Heidi.

“He wanted less PDA from us, and now Dmitry is taking Benji’s spot on our bus”, Donyelle said wistfully. Despite her sad tone, the group laughed, because as she spoke about less PDA, she was sitting on the floor between Benji’s outstretched legs, his arms draped around her waist.

“What a killjoy!” Martha exclaimed, just as the door to the hotel room opened.
The contestants all looked up eagerly, expecting to see the room service they had ordered a few minutes ago. Instead, Nigel poked his head in through the door, and his eyes went immediately to Donyelle and Benji. Seeing his look, Benji unwrapped his arms from Donyelle and started fiddling with his hair. The other contestants remained silent, looking from Benjelle to Nigel and back again.

“I am so disappointed in you two!” Nigel screamed. Heidi and Allison looked at each other nervously and Heidi bit her lip.
Nigel continued: “What does it take to keep you two serious about the show and away from each other? What do I have to do?” his face turned purple and his hair shook as he yelled.
“Ah yes, I have a suitable consequence in mind. Hmm, to discourage you two from disclosing your relationship, if you want to stay on the tour, you must repeat anything you are caught doing with each other, only with another contestant of my choosing. IN PUBLIC! Since nothing else does, that should make you think twice before any more public displays of affection.” Nigel stormed out of the room after saying this.

Benji and Donyelle looked at each other in horror, and then started laughing. The rest of the contestants hollered and clapped, anticipating a share in the action. They started getting up to leave, since seeing Nigel had reminded them of their early morning tech rehearsal the next day. Goodnight kisses on the cheek went around, but Benji kept his distance from Donyelle, except to whisper, “I’ll be in later”. At this, Donyelle felt an excited tingle run down her body.

CHAPTER 7
After getting into bed, Donyelle lay wide awake, staring at the ceiling. ‘What does ‘later’ mean?’ she wondered. ‘Should I just fall asleep and expect to see him in the morning?’

She closed her eyes and tried to sleep, but her mind was far too busy for that. She looked over at Heidi’s bed. Yes, sure enough, Heidi was able to sleep. Donyelle sighed. She had finally figured things out with Benji, so they should be free to act on their emotions. But they still had the rules of SYTYCD and Nigel to contend with. Donyelle was not used to such waiting and restraint, and it made her even more excited every time she saw Benji. With her previous boyfriends like Tahir, she took their presence for granted because it was always available. But no matter how much Benji wanted to be with her, it was never enough to satisfy her. One touch or smile from him made her heart melt, and when he spoke to her in that low, soft voice he saved for her, she got goose bumps all over. Her heart beat faster as she imagined how it would feel if they took things further. But of course, they couldn’t, not yet, because she respected his moral beliefs. He was not typically “her type”, but she guessed she’d have to redefine some things now. What she had told him was true; she was scared about how much she loved him. These feelings were more intense than any she had ever felt, and they had come on so quickly.

Donyelle kept thinking these thoughts for over an hour, replaying in her mind every moment they’d ever spent together. Then she heard the door creak open. Her heart raced in anticipation, and she didn’t even stop to wonder how he had gotten a key. She shut her eyes because she thought she’d die if she looked at him right away. He walked in carefully and looked down at Donyelle. His heart exploded with warmth. She looked so peaceful and perfect lying curled up on the bed, hair slightly tousled. He didn’t see how she could look any more beautiful than she did then. He knew she wasn’t asleep, though, because she had a smile on her face. He didn’t even notice his hand reaching down to pick up a piece of hair from her cheek and tuck it behind her ear.

When his cool fingers touched her warm cheek, she blushed and opened her eyes. She silently prayed that he would jump into the bed with her, but she was still happy when he took her hand and pulled her out of bed. She was also glad that the light was off so he couldn’t see her blush.

“Where are we going?” she leaned up and whispered to his ear. “We can’t wake Heidi”.
“Not far”, he replied. He led her by the hand to the other side of the hotel room and opened the bathroom door.
‘Is he kidding?’ she wondered silently. ‘He’s taking me to the bathroom?!?’
He knew this probably wasn’t the most traditionally romantic place, but it was out of Nigel’s sight and that was all he cared about. Plus, he figured that any place could be romantic if Donny were there. He let Donyelle enter the bathroom first, then closed the door behind them and locked it.
Once she could see him clearly in the light of the bathroom, Donyelle’s first instinct was to laugh. Benji’s pajamas had Donald Duck on them! Was she really this attracted to a guy who wore Disney characters? She laughed to herself. Yes, yes she was. And she had to control her laughter because she knew that’s not why he was here.

Benji sat down on the edge of the bathtub with a look of determination on his face. HE knew why he was here! Donyelle sat and straddled him and looked in his eyes. What she saw made her weak and she was glad she was sitting down. Benji’s blue eyes were emanating with intensity, longing, and love. Donyelle decided to have a little fun first before helping him with the longing. She placed her hand on the back of his neck and slowly glided it upward. When it reached the top of his neck, she brought it to the thin, soft skin right behind his ear. Her fingers made tiny circles there and she felt him become more excited. She leaned over and lightly kissed each of the circles she had made. Benji sat there, almost unable to move. Soon, though, he remembered that he couldn’t just sit there, so he brought one hand to her lower back, and one hand to her cheek, the thumb barely moving as it traced the contours of her chin and cheek. Donyelle brought her other hand to his lower neck and slid it down his back under his shirt until it was even with his shoulder blades. She tilted her head and kissed the side of his neck, at first just softly, then introducing her tongue as she made her way up his neck. Benji felt as if he couldn’t take all of it, and when he felt her tongue, he almost fell off the edge of the bathtub. In order to give himself some control of the situation, he took her head with the hand that was tracing her cheek and moved it up toward his. He gently kissed her piercing, the piercing that had been driving him crazy since they first met. As he leaned in to give it another kiss, she tilted her head so their lips met. Neither one could believe the electricity when they tasted the other’s lips. It wasn’t their first kiss, but it felt just as exciting and dangerous. Benji opened his lips and waited for hers to open. He couldn’t believe he was still functioning! Sure enough, her lips separated and Benji jumped at the opportunity. He slipped his tongue between her lips, causing her to emit a soft moan. Benji was emboldened by the fact that she was getting as much pleasure out of this as he was, and started exploring her mouth. As their tongues met, Benji was too distracted to realize that one of his hands was slipping from her lower back to somewhere he really shouldn’t be touching. Donyelle was excited at this and very pleasantly surprised. She knew guys always wanted to touch her there, but she didn’t think Benji would have the courage to do this. She took this as permission from him to go further. She slid a hand under his shirt onto his stomach. She moved her hand all around, caressing stomach and chest. It took everything in her power not to move her hand too much lower, so she stopped at where she felt his boxers. Benji was extremely grateful that she did not go any farther south, because he was having enough difficulty controlling himself as it was. As the kiss got more and more intense, both felt as if they were becoming one with the other. Neither noticed the fog forming on the bathroom mirror.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

Donyelle’s eyes flew open. Pain surging through her head greeted her as she inspected her surroundings. She was in the bathroom. Lying in the bathtub, more specifically. And she was lying on top of Benji, who was sleeping deeply. ‘Does anything wake him up?’ she wondered. She looked at her watch. 7:30 am. How did she get here? And why was she wearing Benji’s shirt? Oh yes, she remembered. She smiled an immense smile as she started to remember how events had unfolded last night.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

The same knocking interrupted her thoughts. She carefully made her way out of the bathtub, avoiding waking Benji or hurting her toe. ‘Too bad there’s no peephole on this door’, she thought.
She opened the door to see Heidi, Nigel, and some members of a security team standing in the hotel room. ‘SHIT!’, she thought, ‘I have to make sure they don’t see Benji’.

“Donny! Are you okay?!”, Heidi demanded.
“Yeah, yeah, I’m fine. What’s going on?” Donyelle replied, looking from face to face. Heidi looked concerned, Nigel looked pissed, and the security team was busy talking on its walkie-talkies.
“I woke up this morning and you weren’t in bed! I called through the bathroom door, but no one answered. I called hotel security, who called Nigel.” Heidi informed her.
“But, you didn’t have to! I was just...” Donyelle trailed off.
“Donny, Benji’s missing”, Heidi declared solemnly. “I’m so sorry”. Heidi enveloped Donyelle in a hug, not noticing that Donyelle was wearing her cousin’s t-shirt.
Before Donyelle could say anything, Nigel started to speak.
“Donyelle, do you mind if we ask you a few questions that may help us determine Benji’s location?” he asked.
‘As long as you don’t look behind me,’ she thought. “Sure”, she said.

The security team started with its questions, but before Donyelle could stop him, Nigel went behind her into the bathroom.
‘There goes everything’, she thought and started to cry.

CHAPTER 8 (a)

“Shh, don’t cry, Donny, We’ll find him soon enough”, Heidi tried to console Donyelle.
“That’s ….the…problem…” Donyelle said between sobs. Heidi gave her a confused look.
Nigel came out of the bathroom, dragging Benji by his hair, and sat him down on the bed. He said nothing, too angry to speak. Donyelle’s heart broke at the confusion, sadness, and fear that had settled on Benji’s face. She realized then what she would have to do.
“Nigel, before you say anything, let me explain”, she started. “What you see is all my fault. I pressured Benji into everything. He was always telling me we should keep things cool, but I just kept trying to change his mind. I would say I’m sorry, Nigel. But I’m not. I love Benji so much and if it means not being on this tour, then so be it, I can’t disguise something that is so important to me.”
“Donny, no!” Benji gasped.
“Yes, Benji. This is what’s right. I shouldn’t be here, everyone knows I was riding on your coattails to get here. I hate that I’m dragging you down, so I should leave. No one wants to see me dance, anyway. And look, I love you, but I’m hurting you and your success. Stay away from me, Benji Schwimmer. I don’t deserve you; I can only hurt you.” Donyelle warned. Upon saying this, she ran out of the room.

“Donny, wait!” Benji broke free of Nigel’s grasp and ran after her. (A/N: Run, Forrest, run!) Donyelle kept running, Benji following close behind. Every step that she took sent pain throbbing through her toe, so she stopped at the end of the hallway, breathing hard and looking at the floor.
“Donny, how dare you say things like that?” he asked with a hurt look on his face. He reached his hand to her cheek and she looked up at him. Only instead of seeing Benji, Tahir was standing right in front of her, his hand rubbing her cheek. Oddly, this was very pleasurable for Donyelle, even though she didn’t feel romantically inclined toward Tahir.
“Oh, keep going, baby”, she moaned.
“Even better”, he replied, reaching into his pocket. He pulled out a water cooler, and dumped it over Donyelle’s head. The water felt so good and cool when she was so hot from being around Tahir.
“I love you”, she said as she ran her fingers through his hair.

CHAPTER 8 (part b )

Donyelle awoke covered in sweat. The bathroom light shined rudely in her face, and she was breathing heavily. It took her a few seconds to realize she was sitting in Benji’s lap in the bathtub, and yep, sure enough, she was wearing his t-shirt.
“Benji?” she asked, very confused. What was she doing back in the bathtub, and where had Tahir gone? And was this sweat that covered her, or water from Tahir’s cooler?
Benji laughed softly and smiled at her. “Looks like you had a pretty interesting dream”, he whispered in her ear.
“Wait, what? What about Nigel?” she demanded.
“What about him? All I know is that you were tossing and turning so much that you woke me up, then you were sleep talking”, he laughed, rubbing her shoulders.
“What did I say?”, asked Donyelle, almost scared to hear the answer. If this had all really been a dream, she had to make sure Benji didn’t find out about it.
Benji turned red. “Umm… you said, ummm, well, you said ‘Oh, keep going baby’ and ‘I love you’”. Benji searched for her reaction, thinking he had been the cause of these words.
Donyelle laughed, embarrassed. “Hmm, yeah, I don’t know why I was saying that”, she replied, looking away. ‘I really don’t know why I was saying that,’ she thought. ‘I have no feelings for Tahir anymore’.
Benji continued: “Well, it could have something to do with Nigel, because didn’t you mention him?” Donyelle pretended to gag when he said this.
Laughing, Benji added hopefully, “Or, you know, maybe you were dreaming about me, Donny?”
“Hmm, now why would I do that?” Donyelle asked teasingly.
“I don’t know, but you were playing with my hair while you slept” Benji replied.
Donyelle grimaced. ‘I am SO glad he doesn’t know what I was really dreaming about’, she thought.
“So, Nigel never came in?” she asked.
Benji looked perplexed. “No, the door’s locked. It’s just been us two in here”. His fingertips started stroking her arms.
“Okay, good.”, she responded. She smiled and snuggled in closer to him, leaning against his bare chest. “That’s just how I like it”.
“Me too. And let me just say, you look sexy in my shirt”, he said, smiling.

“Well, you look sexy out of your shirt”, she replied, kissing his cheek. “What happened last night to make us end up here?” she asked, even though she already knew the answer. The better question she had for herself was, ‘Why am I dreaming about Tahir?’.

“What happened last night?”,Benji repeated. “Just enough to answer all my prayers and all my questions”. Donyelle felt warm when he said this. But she was still confused.

‘If only all MY questions could be answered’ she thought, and sighed.


CHAPTER 9 :The Day of the First Show

Warning: I’m not Baptist or Mormon, so sorry if I miswrote how Benjelle would pray. It’s not meant to be totally realistic, just to give a picture of how they could spend time together. Sorry also for not making Donny more eloquent, because we know she is. But you have to deal with the author’s limitations.

After a few more kisses and a shoulder massage, Benji and Donyelle snuck out of the bathroom while Heidi was still sleeping. Benji returned to his room to get ready for breakfast and Donyelle stayed to shower, get changed, and make sure Heidi got up.
The alarm went off at a cruel 6:00 am, yet always-perky Heidi jumped right out of bed. Before Donyelle could even look up, Heidi was in the bathroom and had started the water for her shower. Wondering if Heidi actually needed sleep, Donyelle just shook her head and laughed to herself. Heidi had a thing about showering after other people—she said she hates it when the bathroom is already a little wet.
Donyelle sat down on her bed and took the opportunity of solitude to ponder her situation. Here she was, falling for the geek-turned-manly seducer, yet she was dreaming about him becoming her boyfriend-turned-insensitive manipulator. What was that supposed to mean? She felt guilty having lustful dreams about her “boyfriend” (she hated thinking of him like that now) while asleep in another man’s arms. She couldn’t wait to break things off with Tahir (which would have to happen in person), so that she could finally devote her attention to Benji. Of course, this was made harder by the fact that they basically weren’t allowed to be seen together in public for awhile…
Already, Donyelle heard the shower turn off and Heidi walked in the room. Donyelle watched absentmindedly as Heidi put on sweats and a tank top and started brushing her hair. Heidi noticed Donyelle’s tuned-out gaze.
“What’cha thinkin’ about?” Heidi asked, eyeing Donyelle in the mirror.
“Oh, I don’t know. I guess I should get in the shower. Don’t wait for me” Donyelle replied, getting up off her bed.
“Alright, Donny. Just don’t fall asleep in the bathroom, you already have bags under your eyes” Heidi joked. Donyelle smiled, wondering what Heidi would think if she knew why Donyelle already had slept in the bathroom.
Donyelle got in the shower and tried to let her apprehension wash away with the soap bubbles. Meanwhile, Heidi had joined the other contestants at breakfast. ‘Hurry up, Donyelle, get down here!’ thought Heidi, because the two boys were trying to make baskets with their sugar packets, using the front of her tank top as a hoop. Unfortunately, both boys were pretty good at “basketball”.
Benji was thinking the same thing as Heidi, ‘Hurry up, Donny, get down here!’ he thought, ‘I’m tired of trying to amuse Travis with this stupid game’. Meanwhile, Travis was completely oblivious, thinking, ‘Why have I never thought of playing this before?’

Just as Benji was reaching for the last sugar packet, he felt two cool, soft hands cover his eyes. His smile spread from ear to ear as he realized who it was. His heart raced as her hot breath met his right ear. “Morning, good looking” she whispered as her hands moved from his over eyes to running down his arms . Intentionally or not, her bottom lip grazed against the side of his ear. The other contestants looked in amusement as Benji tried as hard as he could to keep himself from moaning. ‘It’s not fair! You can’t do this to a guy this early in the morning!’ he thought. He quickly put the sugar packet down and ignored his food for the rest of the meal.

Benji was sorry later that he didn’t eat much at breakfast, though. Backstage, an hour before the show started, he felt famished while warming up. But he decided eating would have to wait, since he still hadn’t gone to hair and makeup. He sat in the splits for a few minutes with tidbits of rehearsal running through his mind. His brain kept coming back to the cha-cha rehearsal that afternoon, when Donny had seemed unusually pensive and distant. This was confusing. They finally had what slightly resembled an official relationship (and for Benji it was easier than ever for him to touch her), yet she was very quiet and seemed preoccupied. Benji was worried about this, since he knew the Seattle audience was expecting major chemistry from them. Would she be different tonight?

Donyelle sat in the makeup chair, trying to focus. She simply had to put her dream behind her and focus on the show. After she was done with makeup and had her costume on, she went to find Benji. They had a tradition between the two of them from the beginning of praying together before each show. They then usually ended each prayer session with some friendly cuddling and words of support in his dressing room.
She had to remind herself to breathe when she saw Benji in costume. It had been awhile, so she had forgotten how hot he looked in his all black ensemble.
Benji, meanwhile, after seeing Donyelle in her purple dress that accentuated all her curves, had a flashback to the first time he had seen her in it, and was equally taken aback. He thanked his lucky stars that he was able to be so close to her again while she was wearing it. After Benji’s and Donyelle’s heartbeats had slowed back down closer to normal, they went into his dressing room to pray.
“God, thank you for the additional opportunity to do what I adore with the woman I adore tonight. Thank you for giving me Donny as a partner and for knowing how spiritually connected we are. Please bless us as we share our love of dance with others this evening.”,Benji started. Donyelle was smiling, eyes closed, and was leaning on his shoulder.
“Dear God, thank you for letting me dance again tonight and for showing me that this is what I should be doing. Thank you also for putting Benji Schwimmer in my life as a positive force, so that I could realize what in my life needs to change. Please help us to represent ourselves, our faiths, and the show well tonight”, Donyelle said.
When they were done praying, they headed backstage. The show was going to start in five minutes, and the cha-cha was the opening number. They stood, a little nervous, in the wings hearing the audience take their seats.
“Love ya, Donny. Anything you wanna say before we go on?”, Benji inquired softly, taking a hold of her hand.
“Not really, no.” She paused. “Well, I guess I’ve been a little worried recently, but it’s nothing”, Donyelle replied.
“No, Donny, tell me,” Benji urged, giving her hand a little squeeze.
Donyelle sighed. “Well, it’s just that, I had a dream about Tahir last night. It was originally about you, but then you turned into Tahir..” she trailed off, looking to see how he would react.
Benji tilted his head trying to take this in. His face crinkled up with worry. Donyelle saw this and panicked.
“But Benj, you know I have no feelings for Tahir anymore, so it’s probably nothing”, she said hastily, wishing she could convince herself of that. “I mean, I have dreams about everyone. Nigel was also in my dream, remember I told you that part? So please don’t worry about it. I’m not”.
Benji chose his words carefully. “No, I’m not concerned that you dream about Tahir. I dream about Heidi and Travis, who cares? I’m just kinda wondering why you would be worried about telling me. Are you afraid you still have feelings for him?”

“No! I mean, yes, I would be afraid to have feelings for him, because he’s not good for me, but I know that I don’t.” Donyelle responded.

“Then that’s all I need to know. I trust you to tell me what’s going on, Donny” Benji replied. She sighed with relief as he brought her hand up to his mouth and gave it a gentle kiss. Just then, a stage hand rushed up to them.
“Donyelle? Benji? You’re on! Break a leg!” she yelled. Donyelle leaned up, gave Benji a kiss on the cheek, and they walked onstage hand-in-hand.



~ Moose ~