Duct tape pt2 | Benji and Tracey
Benji walked up the stairs, running the tips of his fingers along the wall as he did. He smiled, stopping at Tracey’s room;
his old room and tapping his knuckles against the door, waiting for Tracey to open up. Usually he’d just walk into a room without knocking, but he felt slightly awkward doing it this time. “Hurry up T!” he laughed, leaning against the wall and waiting impatiently, letting his hand continue knocking gently on the door until she opened up.