Imagines

Ben Wyatt

you stare blankly at the wall in front of you, tapping your pencil against the open textbook. pages of notes and study guides surround your crowded desk, but none of it sticks in your head. you were attempting to memorize chemistry vocab when your phone chirped. you jumped, alarmed and relieved at the same time. finally, an excuse. your heart leaped when you saw who it was, ben wyatt. this brunnett hearthrob works with you at the indianapolis government center as a financial advisor. you two had been flirting constantly for the past few months, and everytime you saw him heat crept into your cheeks and you became very aware of every detail between you and him.

"meet me at the cat bench at 7:00"

you chuckled, "the cat bench" was your and ben's nickname for the park bench behind your office building.

you had been pleasantly enjoying your lunch when ben came out with a cute kitten perched on his shoulder. you reached out to pet it, when the little monster sailed off of ben's shoulder and onto your sandwich. you tried to save your sandwich, but the kitten held tight with its little paws and sat completley still.

"well, its the cat's bench now."

"appears so."

"darn, that wasn't even a tuna sandwich."

"what kind of sandwich was it?"

"peanut butter"

all of the sudden, ben dove towards the sandwich and threw it across the park. you stood, with your mouth agape.

"what?"

"kat is allergic to peanut butter."

"kat? you named a cat, kat? very original ben wyatt."

7:00. 3 hours from now. you couldn't possibly procrastinate 3 hours. yes, yes you can. you stood up and grabbed your purse, figuring you would walk to the mall and do a little shopping.

6:40. you locked your bike onto the rack, your hands shaking with anticipation. the nerves hadn't hit until just now. you wondered what he could want, what in the world? he would never kiss you, the flirting was purely, purely, purely, purely.

your heartrate increased when you saw a lanky figure pacing back in forth in front of the bench, his profile illuminated by the lamp post. you straightened your clothes, ran your hands through you hair, a final check.

then you walked over.

"y/n! hi, um, so. i see you got my message."

"yeah, i'm here aren't i?"

ben chuckled.

"is everything ok?" you ask.

"yes of course, i mean, its nothing serious. well i mean its nothing like, deadly or darth vader serious but-"

"i got it." you smiled to yourself, he is such a dork.

ben held out his hand, gesturing to the empty park bench.

"y/n," a pause. a nervous smile.

what was he planning?

"ok, theres no way for me to say this without some crappy romance dialouge, so here goes"

okay, now would be an appropriate time to panic.

"im in love with you."

your heart skipped a beat. or two. time slowed down, there was suddenly nothing there except you and him. you and him.

"im in love with the way you laugh and the way you smile and the way you tuck your hair behind your ears when you're nervous. i'm in love with your music taste and im in love with the way chew your food. i love the way file papers, for godsakes. now, i know we have flirted a lot, but i was never really sure. but," he took a deep breath, "i'm done waiting for someone to make a move. so here i go, making a move."

his face moved toward yours, toward your lips. when his skin connected with yours, suddenly nothing else mattered. his lips were soft and slightly sweet, and his hands moved to your back, pulling you closer as you returned the kiss. you ran your hands through his gorgeous hair, pressing your chest to his.

when you broke away, you were both breathless.

"good move wyatt, is it my turn now?"

ben broke into a sheepish grin, smiling down at his shoes and then back up at you.

"be my guest."

you grabbed his hand.

"your turn."

he stood up.

you stood up.

he wrapped his hand around your waist.

you turned to face him.

"well wyatt, it looks like you've checkmated me."

"is checkmate a metaphor for..."

you gave him a knowing look, and your lips connected once again.

you could get used to this, you could most definitely get used to this