Once you woke up a laugh broke out through your room. You sat up and threw your pillow in the direction of the cackling.
"Not much for self defense, honey."
"Don't scare me like that..." You sighed looking up at Ben. His smirk softened as he walked over to you.
"What's up buttercup?" Ben asked, sitting down on the edge of your bed. You glanced at your phone and let the memories flow back.
"Someone... I think I have a stalker..."
"Someone I can kill, I hope." Ben mumbled.
"Ben, the voice sounded seriously scary."
"Did they sound blonde?" Ben asked. You raised a brow at him and the looked away. "Maybe green eyes and shady as hell?"
"Shady yes, what are these descriptions coming from?"
"Nowhere.." Ben coughed and then laid his head on your lap. You stared down at the murderer and felt fear creep up your back.
"Problem, doll?" Ben asked, looking up at you with his crimson eyes.
"Never.." you breathed out, your hands tracing your sheets.
What's with the pet names?
