Valentine's Date

confessions

a/n: sorry for the long wait! our school had so much events and i organized some, and it took all the productivity out of me, so i took some time off, & now, im back!!

look forward to more updates from me this week <333

-jyka💕

p.s. taylor swift won AOTY at grammy's!! deservedt😌❤

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Miranda groaned in annoyance as the movie ended with Julia Roberts' character pregnant and living happily with Hugh Grant's character.

Ben laughed at her. She glared at him, but he continued to laugh. His head was on her lap. Halfway through the movie, he started to get sloppy in massaging her feet, so he rested his head on her lap. She poked his side. "What are you laughing at, jerk?"

He yelped. "Stop that! And what? I'm laughing because all you women do is watch rom-coms then bitch to us men about them, it's hilarious."

Miranda scoffed. "Well, who made the damn movies in the first place?"

He went quiet, and she nodded, proud of herself. "Who made us women to be damsels in distress? And who made themselves be the knights who 'saves' us every time?"

Ben rolled his eyes. "Alright, alright, damn it, woman!"

She giggled, and made him get up. "What movie do you want to watch next?"

"Does it matter?" He sat up, and grabbed a bag of chips. "You're going to end up choosing it anyway."

Miranda nodded. "Of course, I...

"Yeah, 'cause you live here, I know." He finished for her, as he munched some chips.

She hit him with a throw pillow, and laughed. "Smart ass."

He laughed loudly, and her heart skipped a beat. In all the months she'd come to know him, she'd loved the way his voice dropped at times, and the way his laugh complimented hers. It felt so confusingly good.

"Miranda, come on, pick a movie." Ben waved a hand in front of her face, pulling her out of her trance. "You okay?"

She nodded, not trusting her voice right now. She looked at the selection and she chose Valentine's Day.

Ben seemed uncomfortable at her choice, but she shrugged it off.

Meanwhile, Ben was panicking inside. He knew that movie, and he loved it, although he'd cried once or twice watching it because it reminded him that he was never going to be with Miranda. He was a friend, and that's what he'll stay as. But he just couldn't think properly watching this with his best friend right beside him.

Miranda moved and took a thin blanket before settling beside him. She curled in, and scooted closer to Ben.

His heart pounded in his chest as she cuddled on his side. Her warmth was spreading throughout his whole body, and her scent was overwhelming him. He tried to act normal, and put his arm around her.

The motion made her put her arms around his body, and Ben almost forgot how to breathe. He took a deep breath, and closed his eyes, trying to distract him from the fact that the love of his life was wrapping her arms around him.

The movie started, and he found himself envisioning him and Miranda in the different positive outcomes, and yet, he can't help but see himself and Miranda in Ashton Kutcher and Jennifer Garner's characters. It wasn't the exact situation as theirs, but he loved Miranda with a passion, and he just knew she didn't feel the same way.

As the end approached, and the two kissed awkwardly, Ben looked down at Miranda. She'd been commenting and commenting on how amazing the connections were, and how unrealistic some of them are.

But she was watching the scenes closely.

When the credits rolled, they stayed in their embrace, until Miranda spoke up.

"I wish someone loved me like Edgar loved Estelle," she whispered.

Ben didn't know how, or why. He'd maybe blame it on her intoxicating scent, drugging him temporarily, or her closeness, making him lose all coherent thought, or maybe it was the wine. But his mouth opened, and his lips moved all on their own accord, releasing words he never knew would sound so good, and be so destructive out loud.

"I do. I love you, Miranda."

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Miranda blinked. What? Did he just say he loved her?

She moved her head, and moved away from him. She faced her best friend. "What?"

Ben licked his lips, and his eyes were wide. "Uh, I just, you know. I love you. As a friend. Of course, you're my best friend."

He rambled just a little bit for her liking. "But I said, I wished someone loved me like Edgar loved Estelle. And you said, you did. Don't play with me, Benjamin Warren. What..." she took a deep breath and let it out, shaky. "What did you mean, Ben?"

For some reason, he felt brave, looking at her in her eyes. All rational thoughts flew out the window. "I'm in love with you, Miranda. I always have been." He grabbed her hands and kissed her knuckles, and smiled softly at her.

Tears built in the corner of his eyes as he looked at hers. Her eyes were filled with shock, and confusion, and dare he say it, relief. But her next words made his heart fall into his stomach. "Ben... we're friends, best friends, but t-that's it."

Ben shook his head, and dropped her hands. He didn't know what he was expecting. Was he thinking she'd feel the same way? Of course she didn't. He was just fooling himself. "I-I know. I didn't know what I was thinking. I'm sorry..." he trailed off.

Silence filled them, and he could hear his heart breaking in his chest. His ears rang, and he felt his hands shake. He stood, and Miranda stopped him. "W-where are you going?"

He shook his head again. His voice broke, and he blinked back the tears that were threatening to fall. "I can't be here with you, Miranda. I can't."

"No, please, Ben, it's okay. I don't mind it, really," she said urgently. "Just... just stay, please."

"I can't." He said with finality in his tone, and Miranda tried to reach for him, but he was already out the door.