I Don't!

Moving In

What I imagine Leo and Ben's living room and kitchen to be like

"My parents have been freaking out since yesterday," Ben informed his friends, as he marched into the living room Monday morning.
"About your marriage?" Bea asked from the kitchen table.
"I didnt want them to find out this way," Ben complained, as he sat on the stool in front of the counter.
Olivia leaned against the opposite side of the counter, "what did they say about it?"
"How could you not tell us you were engaged? Were you even engaged? Why did you marry someone you don't even know?" Ben quoted his parents' lecture, "did you marry him for his money? Ben, do you need help with your finances?"
Ben slumped against the counter, "I don't even want to know what those articles say."
Connor nodded, and walked over to Ben's side, "pretty much the same thing as your parents."
"Did you explain the whole situation to them?" Bea asked.
Ben nodded, "I tried. They calmed down a bit after I told them what happened."
Ben hopped up from the stool, and headed for the door when the doorbell rang, "I still have to move in with that jerk! And, I have to go to the courthouse to get the stupid marriage license, so that I can go around everywhere and change my name."
"Being married sounds like a lot of work," Connor followed Ben to the door.
Ben nodded, aa he opened it, and looked around only to find a small, fancy box on the mat.
Ben picked up the red box, and walked back inside with it.
Olivia gasped when she saw the box in Ben's hands, and rushed over, "I bet that's from Leo."
Ben gave the box a dirty look, "why would he send anything to us?"
"Not to us," Bea corrected Ben, as she walked over to her friends, "to you."
"It's definitely not from him," Ben shook his head, "maybe it's Connor's watch."
"That watch isn't coming until Wednesday, and I doubt it would be personally delivered without packaging," Connor pointed out.
"Open it!" Olivia insisted.
Ben rolled his eyes, before pulling the top off of the red box, to reveal a black, metallic bracelet with the Batman, Superman, Flash, and Green Lantern symbols engraved into the top of it.
Beside the bracelet sat a small bag with a wedding band inside of it, and underneath both, was a note.
Ben groaned at the wedding band, as the girls squealed at his gift.
"Aww, he got you a bracelet," Bea Squealed.
"Put your ring on," Olivia instructed, pointing to the ring.
Ben pulled the bag out, before setting the box on the counter, and dropping the ring into his hand.
Ben studied the gold ring in his hand, as Olivia picked up the note from the box.
"For Ben, I didn't mean to upset you the other night, and I wanted to apologize. Please accept this bracelet and our wedding rings as my way of saying I'm sorry," Olivia read before awwing with Beatrice.
"That's so sweet," Bea gushed.
"No it's not," Ben gave the girls a dirty look, "he's not sorry! He just wants me to act nice to him for image. He's thinks buying my forgiveness is going to make me happy?"
"Ben, he's trying," Olivia set the note down, "maybe he does feel bad about the other night."
"If he did, he would've apologized in person, like a decent human being would," Ben pointed out, as he fiddled with the ring.
Connor held up the box, with the bracelet inside to study it closer, "but, it is a cool bracelet. Wish someone would apologize to me with something like this."
Olivia nodded in agreement.
Bea pointed to the ring, "you still have to wear that."
Ben studied the ring in his hand again, with a pout, "how does he even know what my finger's size is? Don't you have to get that measured?"
"Sometimes," Olivia shrugged, and sat down on the stool, "maybe he just took a lucky guess. Try it on."
"I don't know what hand I'm supposed to put it on," Ben blushed a bit, and Bea pointed to his left hand.
Ben slipped the ring onto his finger, and held his hand up for his friends to see, "it's a bit tight."
"It's supposed to be tight," Connor explained to him, leaning against the top of the love seat, behind him, "your finger adjusts to it. If it's loose, it won't adjust and the ring will eventually be too small."
"Aww, Benji, you're like really married now," Beatrice gushed more, before frowning, "hard to believe that you'd be the first one of us to get married."
Ben looked at Olivia, pointing his finger at her, "it was supposed to be her."
Olivia shrugged, "you're the one that signed the wrong line."
Ben sighed, and fiddled with his ring some more, "I still have to go change my name.. and move in with him!"
"When are you going to move in?" Olivia asked.
"I have to move in by Friday," Ben told them, "I don't even know when I'm allowed to. Or, how to. I mean do I just show up to his penthouse and say, hey I'm here? He probably won't even let me in. I don't even know where his penthouse is."
"Well, there's a simple way to figure all of that out," Beatrice shrugged, "you could always, you know, talk to Leonardo about it."
Ben scoffed, "how? I don't have his phone number. I certainly don't want to go back to his stupid office building."
"You could ask the clerk lady when you go to the courthouse for his address," Connor suggested, "then, just go there. I mean, it's your home too now for the next 6 months, he can't shut you out."
Ben sighed, and nodded, "but I'm scared.. and I haven't even finished packing."
"We'll help you, tonight when you come back from changing your name on everything, and get the address from the clerk," Olivia made a plan, "then, tomorrow when you get up you can head over there."
"I have class tomorrow," Ben reminded Olivia.
Olivia frowned, "oh yeah, you guys go to college.."
Connor crossed his arms, and stared at the blonde, "and, don't you have a café to run?"
Olivia gasped, and grabbed her purse off the counter, "I forgot! What time is it?"
"10," Bea answered.
"Shoot! I got to go!" Olivia rushed towards the door, "I'll still help you later, Ben."
Ben, Bea, and Connor watched Olivia rush out the door.
"I think she forgot about us.." Connor mumbled.
"I dont know how much luck she'll have today, with just herself," Bea sighed, and lookes back to the boys, "maybe we should go help her."
Connor shrugged, "let's give her a few minutes."
"Wish I could go help at the café," Ben pouted again, as he studied the bracelet in the red box.
"But, you can't because you got married," Connor laughed, and Ben kicked his shoe.
"I'll still help you, I like making coffee," Ben told them, "even if it's for Olivia. Speaking of coffee... I desperately need some."
Bea groaned at the thought of Ben moving out, "you guys realize, once Ben moves out, Olivia's going to try to move in."
Connor looked over at the brunette, "why do you think she's trying to rush him out so soon?"
"Or, even attempting to care," Ben smirked, and finally took the bracelet out of the box to feel the texture.
"Just put it on," Connor watched Ben fiddle with the bracelet, "you know you want to."
"Putting it on would be like telling Leonardo that buying me expensive things will get me to forgive him," Ben complained, but gazed at the bracelet more, "but it is cool."
Bea rolled her eyes, "it's not like Leonardo is going to see you wearing it today."
Ben nodded, "true."
Ben slipped the bracelet on to his left wrist, and smiled at the comfort and firm fit, "it fits well."
Connor leaned closer to Ben, to study the bracelet more, "its so cool. It'll probably match your Harley Quinn jacket."
Ben frowned again, "I had to put that jacket in the laundry, to wash off the skanky germs from the bar. That reminds me, I have to go do laundry when I get home."
Ben groaned, as he headed back towards his room, to grab a jacket and head out, "being married sucks!"
Bea and Connor giggled at Ben's comment, before heading into their rooms to get ready as well.