Ben: Slightly Obsessive
For the third time today, your laptop rung out into the air of your apartment.
âFor fucks sakeâŚâ You mumble, pausing the TV and picking up you laptop. You open the lid and like usually, there was a Skype call from a âBEN_bigdick_82â scoffing you hit the red ignore button and close the lid. Half a second later your phone dings. You pick it up and see yet another text message from â666-666-6666â
âHey baby pick up the pone, I want to see youâre face.â BEN had been harassing you via technology all day, Skype, text message, everything he could get his little electrical hands on. You, obviously having had enough, roll your eyes and begin typing.
âPhone* Your*â
Immediate response
âGrammar Nazis are hot ;)â you choose to ignore him, tossing your phone down and turning your show back on. A few more notifications come in but you keep your attention on your show, you refused to encourage his childish like behavior. You had no idea why he was being so invasive, he had only ever made passing comments at you while at the mansion but this, this was obsessive. Your Netflix begins skipping, thinking it was your shitty internet, you try to fix it. Green and red lines form on the screen, the sound and pictures distorting.
âOh for the love of GodâŚâ You groan, throwing your head back. You close your eyes and pinch the bridge of your nose. You knew exactly what would be there when you opened them again. When you lifted your head, as you expected, BENâs grinning face leaned out of the TV.
âI actually hate you right now.â You snap, staring at him. He arrogantly chuckles, climbing the rest of the way out. He stands there in your living room, grinning at you like a maniac.
âYou donât hate me baby.â He says, coming to sit right beside you. His arm drapes around you on the back of the couch, him smirking at you.
âThe fuck do you want Ben?â
âYouâŚâ He says softly, playing with your air. You pull away, scooting away from him.
âIâm not some piece of ass you can just-â
âY/n, stop.â His voice changes from flirty to stern, you look up at him shocked and a little confused.
âWhat?â You ask, and he looks up at you. He pauses fro a minute before responding slowly.
âIâŚI like you Y/n. Like, like you like you.â He gets up, pacing around.
âThatâs why I did all of this,â He gestures to all your devises, âWhy I wont stop bothering you.â He gestures to you, then runs his hands through his hair. Youâd never seen him nervous like this before.
âI want you toâŚTo be mine Y/n. Will youâŚbe my girlfriend?â He asks quietly, looking down at his feet. A smile spreads across your face, and you stand from the couch. You walk up to him and cup his face making him look at you.
âOf course.â You say softly, he looks at you with surprise before he grins and pulls you into a hug.
âAll you had to do was ask, BEN. Not piss me off first.â You say, giggling.
âSorry about that.â He laughs and looks at you, smiling widely. Gently, he leans down and kisses you. Maybe today wasnât as bad as you thought it would be.












