Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

Throwing shoes at strangers

It was cold. So bloody cold. Your best friend had come into the flat you share at 5 tonight armed with her makeup bag and a dress that was apparently 'perfect for you.' According to her, the dress that was perfect for you was a too short, clingy thing that was definitely not suitable for winter wear. She then announced that you were going to a party at her workplace and you were going to have fun. And you weren't going to think about your boyfriend who had cheated on you 3 weeks ago. You were pretty sure only one of these were true.

Six hours later you were stood outside a crappy nightclub in the cold. 'Even a polar bear would want a scarf in this weather' you think glaring at your best friends back. The party had got a bit out of hand and a group decided to hit the clubs and of course you two had been dragged along. Well you had been dragged anyway.

You finally got inside and started to dance half heartedly whilst your friend proceeded to get drunk. Roaring drunk. And she was getting annoying. She was draped all over you shouting in your ear.

"GO HOME. YOURE BEING BOOOORIIING!!! IM GOING HOME WITH LEWIS FROM ACCOUNTS. HE SAYS HE LOVES ME AND IM GONNA STAY AT HIS PLACE. YOU SHOULD LEAVE ME ALONE CAUSE YOURE RUINING EVERYTHING! SINCE HE DUMPED YOU EVERYONE LIKE EVEN JANE SAYS YOURE BORING. I TRY TO MAKE YOU FUN AND YOU GET EVEN MORE BORING.BORING I SAID BORING!"

That was it. You weren't taking this anymore. You push her away onto that Lewis guy and stalk out the club. Was she telling the truth? You had been pretty down lately but you thought you hadn't shown it that much. Then those stupid heels give in and tip you onto the cold street. That was it. Leaning against a building you start crying and rip the shoes off your feet, hurling them across the street.

"ARRGH!!!"

You look up just in time to see a man fall over. You rush over to help him.

"Oh my days are you alright?"

"My head hurts. I think something hit me."

"Yeah. Sorry about that. It was my shoe. Is your head bruised. Is it bleeding?"

"Your shoe?" He starts to laugh and to feel around his head. "No I think it's just a bruise. Why were you throwing your shoes at me?"

"It was an accident. I was angry."

"At your shoes?"

"No, well yes" You laugh"it's complicated. Is there anything I can do to help?"

"I think you should stop throwing shoes maybe. You're kind of a danger to society."

"Ok I promise! Would you like a coffee? It's the least I can do"

"Yeah ok."

You grasp his hand to help him up and his grip is strong. Walking along the main street, his face is illuminated by the lights. He's tall and handsome but a large red mark has started to form on his forehead. He catches you looking at him and smiles down at you.

You walk into a 24-hour cafe and order. You talk about each other. He's an actor called Benedict and he's lovely. The conversation flows smoothly and soon you're laughing together. You yawn and realise it must be really late. Checking your phone, you can see it's nearly 2 in the morning.

"I should. Umm I should go. Sorry." You say standing up.

"Okay," he grins " can I have your number? You know in case I need to sue you for giving me brain damage or something!" He winks and you feel a slight flutter in your stomach.

You laugh and type it into his phone.

You've just walked into the empty flat when you feel a buzz in your pocket.

'Thanks for throwing your shoe at me. Can I take you out tomorrow so I can get the evidence I need for my lawyer? ;)
Ben x'