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This is why I went to the Fantastic Four: First steps movie 💙🩵Ben & Reed FOREVER…
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Ben Reed’s bass sketches for glass peach (July 2019)
Ben Reed - My Gold Is in the Sun
That was what mattered, anyway, the fact that we’d ended up together, over two slices, everything unfolding in a normal way. No instant dislike, dragging across parking lots, stealing of dogs and other annoying behavior, not a single weird bet or secret left unrevealed too long. If our relationship was a wedding, it would have been proceeding Just Fine, with no surprises or real problems. Unlike me and Ambrose and whatever we might have been, most assuredly a Disaster. So yes. This was good.
Sarah Dessen, Once and for All
'Are you going to finish that?' Ben asked, nodding at the last of the doughnut on my plate. This was a running joke, testament both to his bottomless appetite and the fact we always ended up eating together. Almost three weeks of dating, and these things happen. It was all normal, exactly how it was supposed to go. 'Go ahead,' I said, pushing it over to him. He grinned, then picked it up, taking a bite. 'The day you deny me your leftovers, I’ll know we’re finished.' 'That’s how you’ll know?' I asked. 'You’ll miss every other sign?' 'Food is my language,' he explained, sipping his iced coffee. 'That’s the way it works with us stubborn types. We miss other, normal cues.' Another inside thing between us: how we referred to his tenaciousness in asking me, and actually getting me, to go out with him. Already, we had A Story, our own folklore: that semester of Western Civ, just friends, followed by the Lin wedding and then multiple attempts to get together, all thwarted by his schedule or mine. Finally, he saw me driving home one night, pulled a U-turn, and followed me to the next intersection, where he texted me an invite for a slice of pizza. I went, we ate, then kissed, and the rest was . . . well, this. It was nice, the kind of story you wanted to tell, but I couldn’t help but recognize the tiny cracks in our origin tale’s foundation that only I could see. Like how on That Night I’d been coming from Maya and Roger’s wedding, still reeling from everything Ambrose had said to me. The fact that when I got Ben’s text at that light, I was typing back no before I realized he was right behind me. Small details, I knew, not really part of the outcome.
Sarah Dessen, Once and for All
'That’s what I meant,' I said, stepping over his words. 'I mean, when I said that. Clients can’t totally forbid me to be social. Yet, anyway.' At this, he smiled, and it occurred to me, distantly, that this would be the kind of meet-cute story someone in another situation might tell, years later, part of a beginning. 'Good. Because I was beginning to wonder if this was a slave labor sort of situation.' 'It can be. But not like that.' We both stood there a second, recalibrating. Then I felt Ambrose lean into my ear again. 'You still haven’t answered his actual question, FYI.' 'Will you butt out?' I said to him through clenched teeth, adding a swat for good measure. This time, he backed away. A bit. With Ben watching, like we were both crazy.
Sarah Dessen, Once and for All
