Foreign Exchange student at Benedict's Place (Benedict Cumberbatch fan-fiction)

in England

I wake up with a gasp. I sit up rubbing my eyes. most people are already off the plane.

"Well I guess we gotta go, August." I say, no reply. I look over and he's already gone I didn't even get his phone number I stand up and stretch time for some chaos

  Getting off the plane I can't help but worry about everything, I don't even know the name of my guardian for this year! Hmm should I try and get my luggage first or find my guardian? As I start maneuvering through the crowd to the luggage pick-up, I see someone with a sign covering their head that says 'MAYBELYN SKIES' in large print. I decide to change direction and walk towards the man. When I get there I say.

"Excuse me." I say, which came out more of a squeak. He moves the poster and it was a normal looking guy, with brown hair and grey eyes in mid thirties maybe.

"Maybelyn Skies?" He asks, well pointing to the poster. I nod my head yes.

"That's me, please call me May" I say, deciding to get my preferred name out of way.

"I'm Greg, I'm picking you up for Benedict he gives his apologies for not being able to pick you up himself, but..." He looks down at his watch.

"He should be back to his flat by now. Lets go get your luggage okay?" He continues. as he was talking my mind was racing wait flat oh yeah apartment. Benedict? like Benedict Cumberbatch? no it cant be there's more than one Benedict in London right? yeah there's gotta be, a famous person wouldn't take in a foreign exchange student. Don't get your hopes up May.

"Yes please" I reply we walk over and I point out which bags are mine and he picks them up. Then we quietly walk out and he hails a cab, he puts my bags in then we climbed in after them. Hmm I have never riden in a cab before, seeing as I came from a small county in north Carolina. I try to stay awake during the semi-long cab ride but, the jet lag is to much for me...

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I wake up to a slight shaking and jump up.

"We're here" Greg said, in a British accent. That's going to take some getting used to.

"Yeah, thanks for waking me up" I reply, man the jet lags really getting to me.

"No problem" he said as he grabbed my bags again, while I grabbed my purse. We headed into a normal looking apartment building, me, having forgotten all about the guy I'm staying with name being Benedict. We get into an elevator and go to the top floor, 'well that's going to be cool' I think. We get out of the elevator and stand in front of the door.

"Go ahead open it." Greg said, who I had forgotten was there with my nervousness. I reached for the door knob and opened the door and stepped in, it looks like a pretty normal apartment from the few I've seen maybe a little fancier furniture. my thoughts were interrupted by the sound of foot steps, with my heart already pounding i look up to see somebody's chest wearing a purple button up shirt. i did a mental face palm, remembering how short I am. I look up to the persons face and see that it is Benedict Cumberbatch! I just stand their staring at him with wide eyes.

"Come on move, say something!" I scream in my head.

"Hahaha ba haha!" Benedict and Greg burst out laughing, I just continue to stand there looking like an idiot. Greg walks towards the door, stopping to pat me on the back, bringing me back to reality.

"Bye Ben, May." Greg says walking out the door, I wave numbly.

"Bye." Benedict says as he closes the door behind him. Ben walks back over to me,

"So Mabelyn, Would you like to see your room?" He asks in an effort to bring me fully back to reality.

"S-sure" I reply, Not only am I shy with new people but this guys one of my favorite actors, gosh pull yourself together! I walk over to grab my bags, as i reach down though benedict does too and says

"Here, let me carry those."

"Okay, thanks." I say quietly. We walk into a room, probably normally just a guest room. He sets my bags against the wall.

"S-so this isn't a prank or anything r-right?" I ask feeling stupid the minute the words left my mouth.

"No it's not, I can see how it seems that way though." Ben Replies. I nod my head yes slowly still not fully convinced. Then my stomach does the unthinkable... it growls. I fell my cheeks go red and I try to tilt my head to cover the blush.

"Would you like something to eat?" he asks like nothing happened.

"Yes please." I reply. I follow him into the kitchen, where he starts listing various foods.

"A sandwich, cake, ceral, watermelon, bannah umm."

"Cake please!" I answer, he looks at my questing face as if asking.

"Are you sure thats going to fill your hunger?" I smile back as if saying, 'no, but im gonna eat cake anyway'.

  I go and sit down at the counter, he puts it on a plate and sets it in front of me. I begin eating it and I finish it rather quickly, I can already feel myself getting hyper from the sugar. Uh-uh when I'm hyper not only do I act crazy and practically bounce of the walls i turn into a super fangirl, blabbering about shows and actors.

"What do you wanna do now?" Ben asks. Well it might seem dumb but, I've always wanted to watch sherlock with you" I say feeling a slight blush.

"Well if i were you, i would want to too!" He replies, he starts walking away I hop along following him, as I feel the sugar kick in. We walk until we come across a living room with a couch with Recliners on either end of the couch, a flat screen TV, and loads of dvds and video games. i go and lay on the couch taking up most of it, meanwhile Benedict is setting up the first episode of the first season of Sherlock.

"Hah" he does a small chuckle, as he looks at me sprawled on his couch. He sits done in the recliner to the right of the couch. As the show actually starts i sit up and start vibrating the sugar finally kicking in. During Sherlock I continuously change my position, well spewing Sherlock facts, ben might not of even knew, and other parts i would just giggle.

  Every few minutes Benedict would glance at me then smile.

  I start spewing facts about the actors for John and Sherlock, which are Martin Freeman and Benedict Cumberbatch, forgetting he is probably best friends with Martin. I realize this as I change my position yet again to lay on the couch, I quietly listen to Sherlock, which is about 3/4 of the way through.

   I tilt my head some to look over at Ben to see him glancing at me too, and that is the last thing I saw as I start drifting to sleep. 

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