((this is from the prescriptive of the boy at the end of the last fic. this is maybe a week or two after that. you get to know about him a tiny bit more. this isn’t an important fic to read, i kinda just got bored tonight. probably bad. also haha the title has two meanings, kinda))
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*~*~* t h e b o y *~*~*
Today I have to go get more shots of the girls sitting around doing nothing. I’ve only been sent out to get footage of the girls one other time since the report. I’ve been hoping I’d see her again but I haven’t, she never seems to be out of her room or at least where I am. Does she not get along with the other girls? That can’t be true, she was really sweet when I talked to her. Maybe she’s shy? She didn’t say all too much at the studio. Or is she always with the Prince? Probably not, I haven’t heard gossip about her from the other workers.
I’m walking down the hallway getting some shots of the palace hallways, we run into a selected and I stand there holding the camera while Tristan interviews her simple questions about palace life and such to show on the report. Trying to hold the camera as steady as possible as this girl is just going on and on about how wonderful Prince Benjamin is and how all the girls are so sweet. I hear someone coming down the hallway and turn around to see her walking in our direction. I immediately turn my head around and intently focus on the interview, did she see me? Tristan wraps up the interview and the girl walks away and he spots the girl walking nearer to us.
“Another selected, should we interview her too?” he asks.
“I think we’re good.”
“No let’s do it. It would give Sabrina more options on wha -,” he stops talking and looks away to the person next to me, “would you mind us asking you a few questions for a mini segment on the report?”
She looks at both of us and sees me and her bright green eyes go a little wider, “no… not at all,” she says still making eye contact with me.
I open my mouth to say something but Tristan cuts me off, “perfect, so please state your name and caste into the camera,” he says hinting to me to lift the camera back onto my shoulder and record.
“Natalie Larsen, two,” she says into the camera shyly. After she says that she looks up at me with the fatest bit of small smile then quickly looks back at Tristan.
“First question, how would you describe this experience so far?”
She curls her lips in, she does that a lot, it’s cute. I also notice her fingers, she’s playing with them, she’s nervous, is this too much for her? I watch her fingers but then I realize her boot is gone, she’s wearing two normal shoes.
“Confusing, very confusing. I nev-”
“You’re boot is gone,” I interrupt. I immediately regret saying that. It just slipped out. I can’t believe that left my mouth. Tristan just about gave me a death glare.
She looks at me confused and then down at her boot then back up at me, “yeah… I just got it off.”
“I’m so sorry miss, that was really inappropriate of me.” I run my hands through my hair a couple times.
“No kidding,” Tristan mumbles, “sorry about him,” he points at me.
“Oh, it’s fine, really.” Why does she have to be so nice? Natalie makes eye contact with me again, “what’s your name?”
Please don’t get me in trouble, please. “Uh, it’s Rhone.”
“Rhone,” she repeats with a nod and a small smile and looks over to Tristan for his name.
“I’m Tristan.” she nods again but doesn’t smile at him, at least I think.
“Well nice to meet both of you. And Rhone don’t worry about it.”
I nod, “will do, well won’t do.. well…” she just smiles a little wider and blushes just the slightest bit.
“I’ll see you around?” she asks.
“Who knows,” Tristan shrugs with a stupid smirk on his face.
“Bye boys,” Natalie says as she continues her journey down the hallway.
“Dude, she’s cute. No wonder you were stupid.” Tristan said which made me a little annoyed.
“I was just acknowledging something that was different.”
“Yeah, in the middle of an interview.” He says rudely but I brush it off. At least she actually looked at me.
((yeah remember how nat has a boot on her leg, well here’s how. i completely forgot to write this and then had no motivation. so when i did write it i was a little annoyed about something so there is sarcasm throughout. WARNINGS: my writing still sucks and the ending is probably the worst thing on the planet but idc i needed to introduce it somehow and i’m dumb and that’s how i did it. i didn’t read it over so if it makes no sense give up on reading it. thanks!))
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thanks bri for the rp, i guess, @benjaminschreave
I turn to look at my maids, “I’m going to the women’s room,” I say as I open my bedroom door and turn to the stairs that are right next to my room. I start walking down when I see a figure turn the corner at the bottom stairs. I look a little closer and notice that it’s just Ben on his phone, not paying any attention. Should I turn around? Should I say hi? Should I just pretend that I don’t even see him? Should I-, I all of a sudden miss a step and trip the rest of my way down, falling on my ass. I should not do that. I lean forward at the bottom of the stairs head in my hands, god damn it Natalie. I just fell down the stairs, and the person I’m here to impress just witnessed the whole thing.
He hears the wonder thuds of my clumsy ass falling down the stairs, “oh my god!” he puts his phone in his pockets and rushes over and kneels down in, “are you alright?” Yes, Ben, I’m perfectly fine. It’s not like I just fell down some 1 million dollar marble stairs or anything.
“Uh, yeah. I’m fine,” I lied, pain obviously showing in my voice.
“Jeez Nat didn’t I tell you not to go too crazy?” he tries to joke and I chuckle very slightly, he gives me a once over, “where does it hurt?”
I point with one of my hands to my left ankle, “there.”
He gently picks up my ankle, which hurts like a mother trucker, “I honestly can’t tell if it’s broken or not, but the swelling isn’t encouraging.” Wow Ben, you really know how to make an injured person feel a lot better.
I look at it, how quickly it was to swell and at how stiff it is I can tell it’s just sprained, “it’s for sure not broken, probably just sprained. You can tell by the way it’s swelling.”
He lets out a breath, “good. Can you stand? It still needs to be looked at.”
“I can try,” I hold out my arms for him to help me which he quickly takes. Once I’m standing he puts on arm around my waist.
“How’s that? Can you take a couple steps?” I nod and don’t even attempt to put my ankle on the ground and hobble along next to him very very slowly. “Just lean against me, don’t put pressure on your foot,” I try putting the least amount of my weight on him as possible as we begin our super slow journey to the hospital wing.
I hobble along as he holds on to me, “I’m sorry.”
He looks down at me, “hey don’t be sorry, it was an accident,” he sees me struggling, “are you sure you want to keep walking?”
I let out a light chuckle, “how else would I get there?”
He lets go of my waist, I try to keep my balance the best I can without putting my foot on the ground. He goes into front of me and bends down offering me a piggyback ride, “hop on.” I laugh for a moment and then realize it would probably be the quickest and easiest way there and hop on my right foot onto his back. Ben holds me by the legs and adjusts me a bit while I wrap my arms around his neck. As I do so I can feel actually how strong his was. He smiles and looks back at me, “easier right?”
“Yeah, a lot. You didn’t have to do this.”
“I wasn’t going to leave you stranded at the bottom of the stairs. Wyatt could have gotten to you which could have been way worse,” he laughs.
“Worse than fallings down marble stairs in front of the Prince?” I say sarcastically, it’s not like I haven’t been in love with you my whole life or anything.
“You all are pretty set on this image of me as a prince,” he shakes his head obviously amused by the thought of us thinking of him as you know, a prince, because you just see princes everywhere on a day-to-day basis like you would a grocery clerk. “I’m just as dorky as the rest of the world,” yes but Ben not everyone lives in a palace like you do.
He carried me the rest of the way to the hospital wing, he gave me a short tour of a part of a hallway I never adventured to. I learned that Ben, a boy who could have literally anything he wanted at his fingertips, his favorite toy was rocks. Like the ones from the ground. Once we make it to the hospital wing he places me in the nearest bed and he goes to find the doctor. Has the doctor examined me, very painful 10/10 pain, he stands on the other side of the bed with his arms crossed. The doctor just babbles on about rest and icing, even though I already know what I have to do. The doctor walks over to grab me some ice and my boot. Ben looks down at me with raised brows, “how did you even fall down in the first place? Distracted?” Well Ben, one foot didn’t land on the step and I kinda just fell. Nothing unusual.
I clearly lie because I can’t lie for the life of me, “um, I just missed a step.”
He gives me a skeptical expression, “you sure about that?”
I nod quickly, “yes,” I lie.
His brows furrow, “is there a reason why you don’t want to tell me?” Yes.
I bite my lip and look at the beautiful looking picture of a brain that’s hanging about 10 feet away from me. It’s a gorgeous picture, but that’s also my brain telling me that so it just called itself beautiful, how narcissistic. I look back at Ben about 2 seconds later and confess, “I was looking at you…” I blush and look down at my bruised and swollen ankle.
“Ah,” he looks away, wow go Nat, you’re on a roll today, literally too. He talks again after seeming to think over his words, “I’ll just have to work on not being so distracting in the future,” he has a small smile but I can tell behind it he’s rather uncomfortable about the situation because that makes two of us.
I chuckle and mumble under my breath a little loudly, “yeah, good luck with that.” We talk a little long and then the doctor comes back and hands me my lovely new accessory that I get to wear, a grey boot that goes just about to my knee. A 10/10 fashion choice. They wheel out a wheelchair for me, which Ben gets to wheel me to the stairs with. Once we reach the bottom of the stairs Ben helps me out of the wheelchair and onto his back once again.
“How about when I need to go up the stairs you give me a ride, because you’ll get a workout then,” I say after he jokes about how carrying me is a workout.
We reach my room and he places me down on my bed, “hmm. Would I get something in return?” he asks as I move myself into a comfier position.
“What would you want?”
“Chocolate covered almonds sounds good,” he smiles.
I give him a look and raise my eyebrows, “that’s it?”
“I’m a simple guy Nat. Usually.” he lifts his shoulder chuckling.
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“How about I let you find that out yourself?” he says with a teasing smile.
I point to my room, “if I go get you some almonds will you tell me? I could probably be back in a solid 20 minutes.” 3 for going down the stairs, 14 for wandering to the kitchen, and then the last 3 for coming back up the stairs.
“Um, you’re not going anywhere. But I’ll tell you. Ready for a shocker?”
I chuckle, “so ready,” I say moving my body so I’m facing him.
He laughs a little and crosses his arms, “I like chocolate covered almonds with caramel.” he stupidly grins.
I fall back onto my bed, “you’re impossible.”
He won’t let me leave my bed. He won’t let me leave my room. He won’t let me do anything I want. I’m literally trapped in the room and can’t do anything. I learn that he gets distracted easily so I promised him that I would send him notes throughout the day just to distract him when I physical couldn’t. Also it’ll keep me busy trying to come up with what to say.
dear “handsome”
i’m bored and this is all your fault. i have nothing to do. i should have never fallen down those stairs and now i feel the cows pain. they can’t walk downstairs either
-the girl with the boot
dear girl with the boot,
my day isn't much better. try reading a book. and at least the cows aren't distracted easily.
-handsome (no quotes because it's true)
p.s. sorry if you can't read my handwriting. another thing i suck at
dear boy with bad handwriting,
isn’t not that bad, i’ve seen worse. i can’t read a book because i don’t have one and i’m not allowed to leave. some ice cream sounds really good right now.
-that one bored selected
dear that one bored selected,
I can have a book sent up to you. any one you want. if you get through a few chapters I /might/ send some ice cream.
-delivery boy
deliver boy,
that would be amazing, chapter three then ice cream?
-still hungry
(have i distracted you yet?)
still hungry,
it's a deal. to kill a mockingbird is on it's way.
-also hungry
(i'm getting there)
also hungry,
the book arrived i’ll read it now
if they kill a bird in this i’m suing illea
-lying in bed with your foot in the air isn’t comfy
lying in bed with your foot in the air isn't comfy,
no birds die. I don't think. 90% sure. now you're really distracting me, focus on that book!
-hungrier
Tonight is the first report and scared is an understatement. I’m terrified, more than terrified. What’s a word that’s stronger than terrified? I’m not sure but that’s how I feel right now. I’m walking down the stairs, as slowly as possible. It probably wasn’t the best idea to wear a skin tight dress and a boot at the same time. Going up and down these stairs is hard enough with the boot and now trying to do it in a tight dress and not flash any of the guards is even more difficult.
I made it to the set of the report and listened to the people directing me where to go. I sit down and before I knew it the report had started and Ellen DeGreat had started calling girls to be interviewed. And then the last thing I knew I finished my interview and was walking back to my seat. The rest of the report carried on, and before I knew it it was over. The girls were getting up and leaving or going to talk to Ben. I stayed in my seat a little while longer and looked around the room. I must have stayed a little too long because a man about my age came walking over wrapping up a cord.
“You alright?” he asked looking down at me.
I am taken out of my stare(?) and look over in his direction, “oh yeah, I’m good,” I stand up quickly, “sorry do you need to get over here?”
He chuckles deeply while smiling showing off his cute dimples, “no, just making sure you’re okay. You were staring at that wall for awhile,” he says as he’s still wrapping up a cord.
I look up into his eyes, ones that are already looking right at me. He has silver wired frames that make his hazel eyes pop. “Oh… well… I’m just a little tired.” I curl my lips in and try not to blush as this tall and fluffy haired brunette that's standing in front of me.
“You look tired,” thanks, “haven’t been sleeping well?” His face changes and now looks concerned.
I kick my leg up a couple inches off the ground, “it’s a little difficult sleeping with one leg in the air.”
He nods and chuckles again, “ah, you’re the one that fell down the stairs,” I’m so glad that’s the way I’m known.
“Yup, that one,” I do a single finger gun at him and then immediately regret it, “I should probably get going, I told Raven that I would meet her after the report.” I lied.
“Then go, I don’t want to keep you,” he says waving me off.
“Thanks! I’ll see you around?” Please tell me I’ll see him around.
“Most likely,” he smiles and I waddle my way out of the room and to my own.
This is more aimed at ester not Wyatt but can you do vines for each of the selected?
OOC
FIRST OF ALL THANK U FOR THIS. SORRY I TOOK SO LONG BUT THIS WAS THE BUSSIEST WEEK AND THIS TAKES HOURS ON MY LAP TOP TO DO LMAOOOO BUT I LOVE IT ANYWAY. I APPRECIATE U VALIDATING MY MEME SIDE. send me more meme related stuff. p.s. based on details of fics, dates, references, general perpective of OC or simply,,, felt right
(( i wrote this at like 1 in the morning so if it’s bad that’s why or at least that’s what we’re going with. word count 3280 ))
“Are you sure this looks good?” I ask my maids while I look in the mirror at my tan colored romper. It’s definitely the most casual thing I’ve worn at the palace yet, but it’s exactly my style.
“Miss, you look stunning,” my head maid, Jacie, tells me. I turn around and I give her a look of unsureness, “Prince Ben is so lucky to go on a date with you.”
I look back at myself in the mirror and mumble to myself, “I’m more lucky to go on a date with him.”
Kaiden looks up from the vanity where she is putting everything away, “what did you say?” she asks curiously, with a hint of a smirk on her face.
“Nothing,” I say quickly looking back at myself and turn to see my whole body in the mirror. Kaiden was about to say another thing when there was a knock at the door and I very unladylike run over to answer. I open the door to see Ben standing there in the most casual outfit I’ve ever seen him in, a cream colored sweatshirt and light jeans, and man did he look good. “Hey!” I said quickly with a smile.
He returns my smile with his own gorgeous one, “hey Natalie. Ready for our date?”
“Yes,” I turn back to my maid all standing by the bathroom and wave them goodbye, Kaiden gives me a little thumbs up which gives me a slight boost of confidence. I close the door and look back at him, “What are we doing?”
“Hmm,” he says as he offers me his arm, which I quickly take, “pretty much everyone so far has wanted it to be a surprise. Should I keep it that way for you too?”
I shake my head slightly almost immediately, “no, I’m super curious,” I say hoping not too anxious.
He lets out a small laugh and we start walking down the hall, “are you sure? Last chance to be surprised, Larsen,”
I purse my lips looking over at him hesitating, “should I just be surprised?” I slightly joke, but like if it’s like a death trip I’d like a little warning.
“You don’t have to, just me teasing,” he chuckles.
I use my hand and lightly hit his arm, “ugh, you and your teasing.”
He smiles, that smile I will never get used to, “it’s in my genes. I can’t help it. But I’ll tell you our date to make up for it,” he looks down at me, “we’re going to the boardwalk.”
I look up at him, my face lighting up, “really? I’ve always wanted to go to one!” Ever since Lola and I couldn’t go to one when we visited Clermont, I’ve wanted to go.
He seems pleased with himself, “then that random jar worked out in your favor?”
I look up confused, “jar?” What the hell is a random jar?
“Oh,” he smiles, “I was… pretty lost for date ideas. Got ambushed by my siblings and they helped come up with a list for dates. We picked your guys’ names out of a jar afterwards and randomly put them with a date.”
I nod, “that’s actually pretty smart.” We continue our journey down the path to the boardwalk as we talk about surfing and activities we do for fun.
We arrive at the base of the boardwalk as we both look around, the bright neon lights are gorgeous, “where to first?” Ben asks pulling me from my trance.
“Hmm, which place is the most fun?” I ask.
He bites his lip and points to a small building in front of us with a huge ice cream sign hanging in front of the door, “maybe some ice cream first?”
My face lights up, I couldn’t quite remember the last time I ate ice cream, “Oh that sounds good.”
He smiles down at me and walks us over to the shop, with a few people in line ahead of us, “what would you like?”
I stand on my tip toes to read what the flavors are and answered after a little, “I’m thinking chocolate peanut butter cup.”
“Oo that sounds good. I’m going for chocolate caramel,” he smiles, “it’s great here.”
I look at him, “chocolate person?”
“Huge. I probably like it a little too much,” he chuckles looking down at me.
“Same, chocolate should go on everything.” We continue talking about what we like best with chocolate and how everyone thinks that no one should love it as much as us. He orders for us, the person working immediately noticed who he was, because it’s freaking Ben Schreave. Ben handed me my cone and we walked to the end of the pier and watched the waves of the ocean. We each take a couple licks of our cones before he starts up the conversation again, talking about our love for the beach and where all I’ve traveled with family and friends. “I really like Paloma because of the beaches.” I look over at him taking another bite.
“Good answer. Would have been a pretty big deal breaker if you didn’t like beaches,” he teases me with a smile on his face.
I lean forward against the railing and smile, “what else would be a deal breaker?” I ask curiously.
“Not appreciating my glasses for starters, I’ve had mixed reviews,” he laughs to himself and finishes off his cone.
I look at him and imagine what he’d look like in glasses, and I could tell that he’d already look really good with them. I chuckle and smirk at him, “don’t worry, I like guys in glasses.”
“Then I’d say we’re golden,” he returns my smirk and looks back around at the boardwalk, “where to?”
I finish eating my cone and look around, “let’s go to the shops.”
“Which shop first?”
“What would you rather do? Tourist stuff or normal shopping?”
He grins, “let’s be tourists for a couple hours. I expect you to be wearing the cheesiest hat by the end of today.”
“And you’ll be wearing the ugliest sunglasses we can find.”
He lets out a small laugh, “then it’s on Larsen,” he states as we start walking over to the very tourist looking shops.
“So how cheesy are we thinking this hat will be?” I’m only imagining the kind of hats we are about to come across.
“I’m thinking… dad cap with an awful logo,” he raises an eyebrow at me, “what kind of sunglasses are we talking about?”
I think for a second, “big big frames, maybe some glitter?”
He snorts, which is adorable by the way, “glitter?”
“Do you like glitter?”
“I don’t exactly have a problem with it, I just didn’t imagine I’d be wearing it anytime soon,” he says as he gives me a lopsided smile looking down at me.
I reach up and rest my hand on his shoulder, “oh you will be.”
He chuckles, “I have no doubt you’ll find a pair just like you want,” he points out at a tacky looking shop, “let’s start there.”
I nod and we walk in immediately starting to look for our designated object for the other. I hold up a huge pair of bright orange glasses that have glitter all over them, “these?”
He purses his lips and then shakes his head, “no, not those,” and then he goes back to his journey of finding me the perfect hat. I continue looking around for the ugliest sunglasses I could find for him, but I’m slowly giving up and join him on his hat adventure. He keeps looking while I’m next to him but then all of a sudden he has a big grin on his face, “I’ve got one,” it pulls it out to show it to me, in big bold hot pink letters ‘I’m with handsome’ with an arrow pointing to the right on the most bright neon green baseball cap I’ve ever seen. “It’s perfect.”
My jaw drops to the ground, “oh my god,” my hand reaches up to cover up my mouth and I start dying laughing, “that is it, it’s perfect.” He puts the hat on my head and adjusts it to make it look perfect before he places his hands on my shoulders to turn me around to look in the full length mirror behind me. I’m just a laughing mess while he is standing to my right behind me with the biggest grin on his face laughing at our reflection in the mirror.
“We look great.”
“We look amazing.”
He makes eye contact with me in the mirror with the smile still on his face, “we just need to find me some shades and we’re all set.”
I quickly turn around to find the best sunglasses in the whole world, I’m looking at every single rack this place has to offer when out of the corner of my eye I see them. I gasp and run over to them and grab them, “Ben! Ben! These!” I say as I am running around the store trying to find him and hand them the bejeweled black frames with a giant glittered palm tree on one side with the same sized glitter flamingo on the other.
He takes the sunglasses and laughs, “oh my god, yes,” he puts them on and gives me a big smile, “how do they look?”
I have the biggest smile on my face because we look like such dorks right now just laughing at each other. “Amazing. You’ve never looked better.”
He laughs and takes off the glasses, “let’s pay for these so we can show em off. Everyone deserves to see them.”
I take off my hat and hand it to him, “everyone is going to be so jealous,” I smirk at him. He takes the items to the register and pays for them, then handing me the hat back while he puts on his glasses. I adjust the hat so it fits me perfectly.
“Ready?”
“So ready. How do I look?” I asked placing a hand under my chin posing for him.
He laughs and smirks, “you look like you’re with handsome.” I squint my eyes at him and shake my head, “you also look great, don’t worry.” He holds my hand as we walk out of the store and back down the pier looking around as we go. We start getting looks from people some are even laughing, which I’m not used to. I start to feel insecure, I don’t even realize that I am slowly leaning into him and hiding my face in his shoulder.
I let out an awkward laugh, “so many people are laughing.”
He looks down at me with a small smile, “wear it proudly, I look just as ridiculous,” I try to straighten up a bit and put a small smile on my face but it doesn’t last long because I can only just see the weird looks people are giving. And Ben is just grinning at complete strangers, not giving a care in the world about their reactions. How does he just do that? How can he just walk around looking like a complete fool and not even care? He can tell that I went back to my insecure state very quickly, he bites his lips looking down at me. I feel a tug at my hands, “come on, let’s go over here,” he says as he walks us off the boardwalk.
I feel like a complete idiot, I just messed up everything. I couldn’t keep my smile on my face. I’m literally on my dream date with my dream guy right now, I couldn’t just suck it up for 5 minutes and put a smile on my face. I can’t look up at him, “sorry,” I let out really quietly.
He shakes his head and pushing his ugly sunglasses onto his head, “don’t be. I don’t always have a problem with stuff like that, but that’s just me.” he gives me a reassuring smile, “want to head under the pier?”
I nod, “I just feel bad, that was supposed to be something fun and I ruined it.”
He bends down to meet my eyes with his perfect smile still on his face, “don’t feel bad, alright? It was still fun to me,” he taps the rim of my hat lightly and I put a small smile on my face, “good.” He stands straight again and takes off his converses. I follow him and doing the same taking off my sandals and holding them by the straps. The sand feels so good against my feet, they have been stuck in heels so for long the soft sand felt so good. We walk to the edge of the water and just stand there, the waves rising against their feet every few seconds then disappearing again. We get back to our usual talking, he makes fun of me for being a “party girl”. I look around at the view around us, I notice one of the pillars holding the boardwalk up and look back at Ben with a mischief look and smirk on my face.
He raises an eyebrow at me, “why do you look like you just figured out a sneak attack to push me into the water?”
I curl my lips in, “maybe I did,” I turn back towards the pillars, “I’ll beat you!” I shout and start bolting towards the pier.
I hear a laugh come from behind me and runs after me, he catches up very quickly and then passes me soon after, “not today!” I hear before I see the figure run right past me. I try to pick up speed but there isn’t much speed for me to pick up. He just keeps going and going, getting faster and faster and then reaches the pole and leans against it to catch his breath. “It was a good attempt.”
I reach the pole a little bit after him and almost fall to the ground. I did not think the pillars were that far away nor did I think I could run that fast for that long. “Th-that’s… unfair.” I say in between breaths, I look up and point at him, “you’re fit.” I look down resting my hands on my knees.
He chuckles, “doing alright?” resting his hands on his hips.
I stand up laughing, “I haven’t run that fast since high school.”
“And what was the reason than to run so fast?”
I laugh thinking back to the memory, the whole group was there, give or take a few people, sitting around in a circle in my backyard. All talking about whatever was going on then. Adrian decided to give me a special gift, something I would quote-on-quote ‘never forget’, “for my birthday my friend put a very angry squirrel in a box and give it to me.”
He makes a face and lets out a short laugh, “a squirrel? Why would she do that?”
“He actually, and he did it because the day before I accidentally ran over one with my car and I was crying because I killed it. He, of course, thought it was the funniest thing ever and I guess he wanted the whole squirrel species to go against me,” I look over at him and laugh, “don’t worry I made it into the house before it could get me.”
Ben steps a little further into the water and turns his back towards the ocean and sticks his hands in his pockets, “I hope you got him back,” he laughs.
“I actually haven’t yet. I don’t know what to do.”
“Hmm. I’ll see if I can come up with anything to help you out.”
“Is there a way we could send him something?”
He smiles at me, “definitely. What did you have in mind? Something he’s scared of?”
I think about to a time where I could have done something to piss him off, or a time when he ran out of the room because there was something he disliked in it, I remember back to the perfect time, “he really hates pine cones.”
“Pine cones?” you could hear the amusement in his voice, “what had a few fall on him as a kid? Couldn’t stand the trauma?”
I laugh thinking about Adrian, “I actually don’t know why, but I threw one at him and he just got all weird. He said something about them not being ‘natural’” I put in air quotes.
Ben snorts again, “they come from trees, how much more natural can you get?”
“He’s a weird kid but I still love him,” I shake my head laughing.
We just continue to stand in the water, Ben asks if I was the mom friend of my little friend group and I just laugh but then he remembers my little comment on my partying and decides to take back what he had said.
“Then what friend are you?” he asks.
“I’m the type of friend that will get my friends out and go do something. I like adventures and going places. But I’m also the friend who will curl up under a blanket and watch movies forever. What about you?”
“According to Wyatt, I’m the clueless friend,” he rolls his eyes at that, “he’s only half right, because I tend to stay at home working or doing something ‘boring’, but I’m sort of the same way, I like going out and doing stuff but people have to try to get me out first. And I don’t mind staying at home, not doing much.”
“If you ever need a going out or staying in buddy,” I nudge his shoulder with my own, “I got you.”
He nudges me back, “thanks, Larsen.”
“No problem, handsome,” I say in reference to the hat.
He taps the brim of the hat with a laugh, “handsome is right.”
I take the glasses from off his head and put them on my own, “I’m the whole look.”
He smiles widely, “you wear them a whole lot better than I do.”
I pose in such an awkward way, “I know.”
He chuckles, “let’s get you back to the palace and really show off the look.”
“The girls are going to be so jealous, also I’m not going to get embarrassed this time.” I don’t want to look like an idiot in front of him again.
“You shouldn’t because you’re with handsome,” he smirks and takes hold of my hand again walking us back on the path we took there. We make it back to my room just fine, we’re standing outside my room.
I take off my hat and put it on him, struggling a bit because he’s taller than me, “now you’re with handsome.”
He grins, “I’d probably use a different word,” he taps the palm trees on the glasses I’m still wearing, but I don’t even notice because I’m trying to figure out what he meant by the ‘different word’ thing. “Try not to get too crazy until next time we see each other, alright?”
“I’ll try…”
He switches our special accessories so they now belong to their proper owners, “you’ll succeed. Especially with that hat.”
I point to his glass that are lying on the very edge of his nose, “wear those to your next meeting.”
“That’ll really convince my advisors I’m ready to be kind soon,” he chuckles, “I’ll see you around, Larsen.”
I open my bedroom door that’s behind me, “see you later,” he smiles and waves once and walks away. I walk into my room and close the door behind me, take off the hat and admire it. I’m with handsome I’m really here.
just so you know i’m not a huge drinker but occasionally i will. but once after a party my friends and i wanted chicken and of course, the chicken places weren’t open so we went back to our apartment and tried to make our own chicken and we somehow messed it up and almost burnt down our kitchen so yeah
