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ben cook [requested] || i think i want to be your boyfriend

REQUEST FOR
MEADOW_ENESTAD
[BEN COOK]

"And if I was a boy, you'd be looking at me through one swollen eye!" I proclaimed, throwing a fist into the air. Dan repeated his line, setting his jaw onto my knuckles. After a beat, we threw our arms around one another and connected our lips.

Soon, Something To Believe In played, ended, and our scene was over. Once and For All and the Finale rolled out quickly, followed by Curtain Call and our exiting of the stage. When we did step off the set, I looked around for Ben, but I wasn't able to find his face. Instead, I was greeted with multiple hugs and smiles from my debut. Congratulations and thank you's repeated over and over again until I was sick of the words.

I escaped to my dressing room with an arm full of flowers, dropping them onto my suitcase. I started unclipping the pins of my wig, setting it back onto its stand. I changed from the costume to travel clothes, finalizing the ties of my Converse with one last sigh. I left my things in the temporary dressing room, heading down the hallway for the boys' rooms.

I knocked on the door, calling through, "Everyone decent?"

A chorus of 'yes' was my reply. I turned the doorknob, stepping into the room. Only a few of the boys sat at their places, cleaning off the makeup. I grinned at them, taking a seat next to Andy.

"What's up?" He turned to me, tossing his dirty wipe into the trash can.

"I was wondering if you'd seen Ben?" I inquired, leaning on the back of the chair.

He thought for a moment, before saying, "Try that fire escape by Dan's dressing room. He seemed excited about going out there earlier when he found it."

"Thanks," I patted his head and twisted out of the room.

I pattered back down the hallway, stopping at Dan's dressing room. I tore my eyes off his door, and turned to the exit next to it. I stepped out into the darkness, feeling the chill of the night. "Ben?" I peered, letting the door shut behind me.

A figure sitting on the steps above me hummed a reply. When he lifted his head to see it was me, he stood up and trotted down the steps. Ben reached for the door, but I grabbed his hand to stop him.

"What's wrong?" I solemnly replied, taking a step closer to him.

"Nothing, just let go," he tore his hand away, trying to get around me. I pressed my back against the door, not allowing him to get past me. "Meadow, just move!"

I jumped at his risen voice and shook my head, "No. Not if you're going to ignore me like this. Ben, I'm your best friend, you can tell me anything!"

"I can't," he sighed, backing up to sit on the steps again.

"Please?" I sat next to him, crossing my arms and shivering.

"No," he replied.

"Then can I just hug you?"

Ben opened his arms, allowing me to snake mine around his waist. We embraced in an awkward yet comfortable position, taking in the body heat. My cheeks burned bright red at the contact, his breath fanning the colors. My annoying school girl crush on him showed as I leaned into the hug more and more.

After a few more moments, I heard him huff, sigh, and run his fingers through his hair. His arms unlatched from around my body, and he leaned out of the hug. I brought my arms to my lap, attempting to catch his eye, failing to do so.

"Can I tell you something funny?" I eased into his attitude with a simple subject.

"Sure," he shrugged.

"Dan is a horrible kisser." I giggled, tossing my hair over my shoulder.

"Really?" He turned to me, a small smile cracking onto his lips. I nodded, and he added, "Good."

"Good?" I wondered.

"I didn't really want him to be a great kisser."

"Why not?"

"Because then you would probably want to be his girlfriend or date him or something." Ben made a disgusted face.

"What's so wrong with that? not saying I would, but why would it be a bad idea?"

"Because I want you to think I'm a good kisser and want to be my girlfriend or want date me." Ben turned his head away from me, shaking his head at his own words.

"Really?" I whispered, pulling my hand out of my other. I let my fingers trail over the back of his neck, goosebumps arising under my tips. His head leaned into my hand, and I took advantage of my hold. I pulled his head back around to me and pressed my lips onto his.

I held both hands to his neck, and Ben let his fall onto my wrists. He pushed back with as much affection as I, the air between us dispersing as became closer and closer.

"Was I a bad kisser?" Ben sighed as my eyes flew open.

"No, not at all. In fact, I think I want to be your girlfriend or go on a date or something with you."

"I think I want to be your boyfriend."

"Then be it."

[i love this, is it okay that i love this? is it good enough to love? ben is an angel, and agh]