Chapter 9: Time With Ben

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"WERE ALL GOING TO SEE THAT NEW BEN AFFLECK MOVIE YOU GUYS COMING?!" Ryan hollered from outside the bus.

"Ugh no," Ben and I groaned in unison. We both laughed a little. That movie looked awful.

Ryan popped his head back in the bus door, "Fine but we're leaving, have fun being loners!" Ryan teased in a singsong voice, strutting off to meet everyone else. Ben and I both laughed at his goofiness. I looked at him, wondering what we should do. Ben pulled out his phone.

"Come on Ben lets do something fun!" I whined, pushing his phone away.

"You know how addicted I am to instagram though," Ben said, taking a selfie of us. I stuck my tongue out in the picture, and Ben blew up at the ending result, what with him keeping a perfectly straight face.

"You look like Miley Cyrus!" Ben said in an uncontrollable fit of laughter, I took out my phone and took a video of him on the ground. He looked like he was dying or something. It wasn't that funny. Before he could do anything I posted it, already getting 113 likes by the time he was done laughing.

Ben got up and wiped his eyes, than took one look at me and started laughing again.

"Damn Ben it's not that funny! Just cause I stuck my tongue out doesn't mean I'm Miley Cyrus!" I screamed at him. "Fuck," I mumbled under my breath.

"Damn Sky I didn't know you swore," Ben said, clearly done with his giggling.

I gave him a smug look, "Well I learned from the best."

He glared at me while posting the picture, trying to stop from laughing.

"Why'd you post that?!" Ben asked, referring to my video of him laughing. I shrugged but he let it go. I saw the pic he posted, captioned, 'we didn't want to see that Ben affleck movie, so hangin with little @baba_g.' then he tagged me and I gained even more followers.

"Let's do something, how about we go get lunch?" I asked. We were parked and we weren't shooting until sunset, so we still had a couple more hours.

"Yeah sure let's go. I think there's a taco place a block away, lil Benny's or something." Ben said, getting up and grabbing a jacket. I grabbed my Shark Face Gang crewneck, and he winked at me when he saw me wearing it. "Damn, maybe you could get Dylan wearing my merch," he joked. I punched him in the arm.

When we got there we ordered and than sat down at a little table in the corner.

"So tell me about yourself," Ben stated.

"Everything?" I asked hesitantly. I didn't really want to tell anyone about my weak point in my life.

"Everything." If I was going to tell anyone though, I would want it to be Ben.

"Okay, well I was born on July 4th, fireworks and everything. I lived in Seattle my whole life. My family's diehard Seahawks fans, and I played soccer, volleyball, and basketball growing up. But now I only do basketball and volleyball. Love music, I play a little guitar and I sing a little I guess. Umm..." I didn't really know what else to say. "I get pretty good grades, A's, B's, and C's every so often."

"A's and C's?" Ben looked suspicious at the range.

"Yeah I mean I usually get A's but I got C's for a while," I said without thinking. I immediately wanted to snatch the words back, but they floated to Ben's ear and I could do nothing to take them back.

"Why?" Ben asked. I was digging myself even deeper.

"Umm... Well something kinda happened."

Ben looked me straight in the eyes. "What?"

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