his star ~ b. barnes

chapter three

(hey! remember when i mentioned s&b? forget that. erase it from your memory. it never happened ✨)

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i try to act like i am calm. i'm not, but i have to seem cool. for BEN. BARNES.

i laugh at his statement, and stare at him for a reasonable amount of time.

1 mississippi, 2 missis-

"what brings you in today?" he looks right back at me.

1 missis-

"well i am looking for 1984 by-"

"george orwell, yes i love that book." he smiles at me, and i get lost in his features. how can someone have such dark, gorgeous eyes? it should be illegal.

"really? fabulous. well do you...um, have it in stock?"

i furrow my brows in concentration as i rummage through the files on our laptop, finding that specific book in storage.
i smile "give me one second, please."

i skip to the closet where we store our novels, closing the door behind me as i enter.

"AHHHH"

"FUCK" i flinch at the yell coming from nora, who had chosen this as her hiding in spot.
i put my hand to my heart, and open my eyes.

"what the fuck are you yelling for? the light is literally on?"

she doesn't respond, but just stares at me like i'm her dead dog.

"oook, well i just need to squeeze behind you here so i can grab..."

i walk around her in the tiny closet to the place where 1984 should be and-

"...this! ahaha i found it! i freaking knew we had it in stock. would've killed someone if we didn't have it, so thank goodness."

i exhale and smile, knowing in a couple seconds i'm going to be handing this to prince caspian.

"haven't you read that before? i feel like i've seen it."

i nod, almost shaking with excitement. he's literally outside the door. god i need to calm down, he's just a person like me.

...but he's so attractive.

"yep, i have. now if i can just slide right past you again,"

as i am standing directly in front of her, my nose almost touching hers, she grabs my arm and squints her eyes at mine.

"why are you talking like that ry"

she knows when i'm excited or nervous my phrasing changes to that of our grandmothers.
"guess who's out there,"

i point at the door that is securing us inside, the other hand holding his book.

"in our store, breathing our air."

"beyoncé."

"why in the world would beyoncé be in here?"