"But it's cold, and my legs are tired," you said dragging out the r.
He pointed to the side, "well, go sit over there until I finish."
Giving a loud impatient sigh, you forcefully sat down.
"Ben, I'm hungry."
He hung his head.
"Fine, let's go."
"Yay!" you said jumping up.
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"What do you want?" He asked as you walked through town.
"Uh, Wendy's, no, Burger King. No, we could get ice cream!"
He laughed as you rambled off all kinds of different restaurants.
"Ooh, we could go get ice cream, then go to a bookstore. No, even better, we could go to that one Books A Million with the frozen dessert shop in it!"
He quickly looked at you.
"Well, let's go then!"
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Stirring your dessert with a spoon that changed color based on the temperature, you strolled through aisles of books. Looking for anything that might catch your eye.
Ben was in a different aisle, probably looking at more posters to put in his room.
There were all kinds of books, movies too.
There were graphic novels, history books, biographies, horror, romance, educational, kids, a little bit of everything.
Then something caught your eye. It was a metallic book. It was golden and reflected in the lights at certain angles.
(A/N: I'm sorry. Prepare yourself.)
Written in black letters across the side were three words.
Book of Henry.
Giving a shrug, you used your finger and tilted it off the shelf. It looked interesting enough.
The cover had a young boy with a leather helmet on his head with goggles over his eyes, only showing his nose and lips with the buckle undone.
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You flipped the book over to look at the description. There was no description. It was comments from magazines on the book. Sighing, you opened the book to the inside front cover and went over the description.
Deeming it good enough, you left with it to go find Ben.
It was almost a good two whole sections to find him. Only to see him looking at history books with a cup of sherbet in his hand.
Smiling, you skipped over and bumped him with your elbow.
"See anything?"
"Not really."
"Well guess what I found?"
"What?"
"Close your eyeeess."
"What?"
"I said close em!"
When he closed them, you took his hands, put something in them and stepped back.
"Alright, open em up."
In his hands was a record from his favorite band.
New Kids On the Block.
I'm trying to update more, but I'm running out of stuff to write.
