I'm having withdrawal symptoms already. I'm coping by writing a Benjelle fan fic. So I have two ideas now that have actually developed enough to be coherent so here is part of the one i'm working on now.

Ok so the title is based of that song i cant remember the name but the chorus was " i wanna know ( do u love me), i think anyways that's the basis the story actually starts after the asterisks the above is just an intro

I WANNA KNOW DO YOU……?

Now “So You Think You Can Dance” is over (Oh No!!) and since the tour starts next month Donyelle decides to go home and relax for a while; and besides that the hotel is kicking them out.
[Donyelle has to leave early because she can’t get a flight out of LA until two days after the hotel has kicked them out.

Onscreen Benjelle is no more. Their friends had told them about the mass Benjelle hysteria sweeping the nation but they didn’t believe until they saw it themselves. Message boards and blogs about them and only them, they were amazing ; then Benji said “Let’s give the people what they want” and that they did but was it all just pretend?

Of course not! Benji and Donyelle’s feeling for each other grew with every “fake” intimate moment they had together. It’s the last week and Donyelle is leaving and Benji is trying to build up the courage to tell her his true feelings.
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“ I can’t believe it’s over. These ten weeks have been awesome.” Benji says to himself sighing as he walks the passage of the hotel. This place had been his life for the last ten weeks and now that it was time to leave he was understandably nostalgic.

This competition had pushed him to his limits and got him to experience a lot of dance styles he hadn’t done in years if at all.

“The people here are great” he reminisced. He thought of Travis and Ivan who were now practically his best friends. And his partners, he got really good partners. Heidi was wonderful as a partner because well, he’d been dancing with her his entire life . Natalie was good too, and then there was Donyelle.

“Ahhh, Donyelle” he thought dreamily. “The most elegant, talented, beautiful woman in the competition.”

He was ecstatic when he turned around in the studio and saw that Donyelle was his partner. He felt so stupid after jumping up and down like an idiot but he couldn’t help it he was happy and Donny didn’t seem to mind…

“Hip hop.” Donyelle said as she pulled out of the hat. Oh great hip hop, Benji remembered thinking. He was so nervous. To him Donyelle was a delicate plant in bloom, she needed to be cared for, loved and treated gently.
“Bumping and grinding” with her felt so wrong like… he was cheapening her somehow

“Benji it’s okay” she said pulling him aside in the studio. “I’m not offended by it. Honestly. It’s just a dance. You’re not demeaning me by doing it okay?” she said reassuringly and then gave him a hug.

How could she know that? How is it that she managed to make him feel so comfortable when she was around?

Those eyes. That hair. Her… He shaked his head to clear those thoughts but he couldn’t stop thinking about her.

As he continued down the passage his mind wandered to the Cha- Cha and Viennese Waltz… oof! He bounced into someone. It was Donyelle.
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that's it for now. byeeee!