Finding My Way
Song of the Chapter: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=A9DFI3f6v4Q

Chapter 40 Part 1: Val's P.O.V

I was in complete shock. I just stood there for a good few minutes after Ben left, alone in the auditorium. I really was a complete idiot. I quickly pulled on my gray cardigan and grabbed my bag, knowing exactly what I had to do. I was nervous, but it was necessary and it couldn’t wait any longer.
I put my keys in the ignition and started my car, turning the radio up pretty loud to try and drown out my thoughts. I sang along with the Fray, but I still couldn’t keep my mind off of what I was going to do. It was nerve-racking, and I noticed I was tapping my fingers nervously on the steering wheel.
I held my breath as I parked. I sat in my car for a moment, having to force myself to get out. I looked at the house in front of me and exhaled a deep breath I hadn’t even realized I was holding. I walked up the stone path quickly so I wouldn’t be able to change my mind, and knocked on the door.
Here we go, I thought, stop number one of two.
 
Ben’s P.O.V.
I couldn’t believe I had just done that. Aly knows. She knows. I felt a mix of regret but also relief: I regretted blowing up at Aly like that; she didn’t know so how could I blame her for hurting me unintentionally? I also regretted telling her. Well, showing her. I hope it doesn’t ruin our friendship. But I think I knew before I did it that it would.
But I hadn’t planned on telling her, it was a spur of the moment idea. A stupid, awful idea that ruined everything. I just wished that I could start today over, or maybe the week.
Part of me wished I could take it back, but the other part of me was so relieved and happy. She finally knew and understood why I’ve been acting different. It was out in the open and I didn’t have to be worried about what would happen if she found out because she already knew. It felt like a weight had been lifted off of my shoulders.
I wonder if she’ll tell Danny…would he say anything to me? Would he warn me again to stay away from Aly? Would he-
 My thoughts were interrupted by a knock on my bedroom door before it slowly opened. In walked a very distressed and disheveled Aly. Her blonde hair looked like it had just been thrown into a messy ponytail, with little wisps of golden blonde hair framing her face. Her features were tense and worried and she looked like she wanted to say something.
“Hi.” Seriously, Ben? That’s the best you can do: ‘hi’?
“Hi.” She said, looking down at her shoes. Her freckles were more prominent today and her blue eyes were brighter, despite the sadness laced within them.
“Did you need something?” I asked after about three minutes of silence.
She looked up at me and her face flushed, a light pink blush rising on her cheeks.
“Sorry, I uh, I just,” She paused. “Are you really quitting the play?” She asked, regaining composure.

A/N
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