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Benson Boone
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Song Inspiration: once again Death Wish Love by Benson Boone; recommend you listen while reading!!

ngl y'all, I kinda have it down bad for ya boi here. smh just had to make one for him😭😭

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It wasn't hard to remember the first time you met Benson Boone.

You hadn't expected much from the day, just a casual introduction Katy insisted on making when he was fresh off American Idol.

I mean, the Katy Perry? Who were you to refuse?

Besides you weren't exactly a seasoned pro yourself—still finding your own rhythm in the music industry.

And so, it started off with little things: drafts of songs, small tweaks here and there.

You helped him refine early tracks, most notably Ghost Town—the one that truly put him on the map.

After that he started coming to you more and more. As his fame grew, so did your friendship. Pretty soon you became one of his permanent co-writers.

Now years later, you'd both grown up around each other. You'd seen him go through breakups, career stresses, and moments of doubt.

And he'd seen you juggle college, deal with your own personal issues, and (more than once) whine about how finding a decent guy seemed impossible.

Benson would always chuckle at that and tease you with lighthearted remarks, but you both knew that dating wasn't really something you prioritized.

Maybe it was because of your grandfather's old-school advice—always reminding you that most men wanted one thing which was what was between your legs.

It was drilled into your head so much that even when someone did show interest, you were quick to put them off.

Benson had been the exception to a lot of your rules though. Him and that attractive boy-next-door smile and the messy curls....

Ahem. Anyways.

There was even a brief period of time (you 18, him 20) when you felt a flicker of something more.

You would be hyper-aware of his closeness, how your heart would skip when he leaned in too close. But you'd buried those feelings fast.

He was your friend and he didn't need you complicating that.

Now at 19, you were over it. Whatever crush you'd harbored was long gone, and Benson seemed content with your dynamic too.

He had never shown any romantic interest in you—he was always tangled up in his own relationships. And you?

You had your songwriting, your studies, and your life to keep you busy. There was no room to think about him like that.

But things had a funny way of changing...

You were in the studio with Benson. He was sitting across from you, head tipped back as he stared up at the ceiling in frustration.

"I don't know," he mutters, finally breaking the silence, "I just feel like everything I'm writing sounds the same."

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