Your Story (A Benedict Cumberbatch Imagine Fan Fiction)

The Premier Part2

You both sit in the back of the limo.

"That was amazing. Thank you for taking me" You turn to face him. He puts his phone in his pocket and faces you.

"Your very welcome. It was good tonight wasn't it"

"It feels weird seeing you on the big screen. I feel like your mum. I just notice 'he has a pimple there' or something. It's quite funny actually"
He laughs.

"Your really good with your fans too. They're so cute. They have posters of you and everything it's adorable!-"

"Yeah. Believe it or not, some people kinda like me"

"That is hard to believe. Especially seeing as when you stayed at mine one time, you got your toe nails stuck in the sink"

"How did you manage the cameras?"

"Oh yeah, changing the subject now aren't you"
He shrugs and smiles.

"They were alright yeah. I think I smiled properly. Imagine if I just go on Twitter and see really ugly photos. I think I'll cry"

"I'll cry too"

"Why?"

"I don't want to be associated with an ugly cow"
You gasp at him and thump his arm. He holds his arm and groans loudly.
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"Fancy a drink?" Benedict asks as you both walk into his apartment.

"Yeah please. I'll have an orange juice."
He turns round and gives you a 'really?' Face.

"What?"

"Your nearly 30 years old and you want an orange juice? Are you 12?"

"You asked me if I wanted a drink, I responded. Get juicing." You snap your fingers and gesture to the kitchen.
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Hey. Seen some pics of you and Ben tonight at the premier. You looked beaut. - Oliver xxx

You smile at your phone and text him back.

Wow. News travels fast doesn't it! Missing you. Sucks only having one vein-ass around here - Y/N (:

"Who's that? Gaby?"

"No, Oli" he nods and sits next to you on the sofa.

"Let me know when you want me to drive you home. Or if you want to stay over that's fine"

"Well Bonnie is with her lad friend at home so is it okay if I stay here?"

"Yeah sure that's fine. Don't dancy seeing Bonnie shagging someone?" He asks casually.
He smirks

"Temping but no more than you do".
He cringes as You pull your legs up so he can sit properly.

"Can't imagine Bonnie with someone in 'that' way. Makes me feel a bit awkward actually" Ben says awkwardly.
He takes your feet and pulls your legs over his lap so you can stretch.

"What did Oli say anyway?" He asks.

"He was just saying how radiant I looked tonight. Can't blame him really"
Benedict chuckles and takes a sip of his scotch.

"Is it awkward between the two of you since the- you Know- incident..?"

"No not really. We're okay now. We just haven't spoken about it so I'm guessing it was just a whim of the moment type of thing."
Benedict nods and runs his hand through his hair.

"So do you want to talk about it?"

"Talk about what?" He replies.

"The fact that we're not a couple but we act like one?"
He looks at the floor and shrugs.

"There's nothing to talk about. People just think we are" he says, removing your legs from his lap and getting up.

"But why?"

"I don't know. Maybe because we're together a lot." He replies coldly. He walks into the kitchen. You get up and follow him.

"I was with Oliver all the time before he left, and people never said we were together?"

"Does it really matter?" He asks, walking to the sink and washing his glass

"Why are you getting moody? It's a reasonable-"

"Because in my job I'm constantly being asked; who are you seeing? Why do you do this? Why do you wear that? Do you like this? Do you like that? And it's tiring. I don't know the answers to any questions people ask me but right now, your the only thing I'm certain of. Please don't make me question our friendship. I'm happy where we are. If people think we're a couple then so be it."
He sighs and leans over the sink with his head down.

"Ok". You say softly.
You walk over to him and wrap your arms around him, hugging him tightly.

"We're okay Ben" You whisper as You hug him.

"Thank you"