The Good, the Bad and the Fanfiction (TGGBB Oneshots)

Palpitations (A Bennomi Oneshot)

"Naomi?"

I didn't answer. I was still asleep, for God's sake.

"Naomi?" Whoever was talking to me began to shake me awake.

"Hmm?" I mumbled into my pillow, still half-asleep and groggy. Come to think of it, my pillow was a lot more stiff than I remembered it to be...

"Naomi!"

I felt cold fingers grasp my arms and my eyes shot open. "Okay, okay, I'm up, I'm—"

I froze mid-sentence when my eyes met cool blue ones and black hair. I wasn't in my bed at home, or even in my bed at the base. Oh, I was in the base, alright. But I'd fallen asleep on the couch. And my "pillow" was—

Oh God.

I quickly rolled out of Bennett Frazier's lap and fell onto the floor with a groan.

"N-Naomi! Naomi, are you alright?" Bennett stumbled off the couch and knelt over to help me up.

"I'm good. I'm great. I'm fine." I mumbled, sitting up and slowly analyzing my surroundings.

Bennett stood over me, a look of concern shadowed over his face. Concern... and something else. Was Bennett—? No. He couldn't be. He couldn't be... blushing.

Yet, his expression was unmistakeable. His cheeks were tinted an uncharacteristic shade of pink and eyes kept breaking from mine, as if he was trying desperately not to make eye contact with me.

Oh goodness. I was definitely never going to let this go.

"Bennett?" I tried to stand up as tall as I could to try to match his height... to no prevail, of course. But at least I looked taller.

"Bennett, are you feeling... flustered?" I asked him with a satisfied smirk plastered on my face. His eyes widened and he broke eye contact completely.

"Oh... shut up, Naomi," he replied quietly, looking down at his hands and widening the space between us. I smiled after him as he turned and walked into the kitchen of the base, trying to avoid me.

It wasn't just him that was embarrassed about this morning, though. Sure, I'd slept that closely to him before, but... but that had been before. Jordan and Declan had been there, too, and we had all three fallen asleep on the couch a while back. But now... well, things were different now.

After the three boys had more or less confessed their feelings for me, things had been... well, I don't want to say "awkward", but, more... tension-filled. Every time I was around them my chest felt like it was going to explode. It felt as if every minute we were around each other we were holding back so many actions, suppressing so many thoughts, sharing so many unspoken words through our expressions. As much as I tried to convince myself otherwise, no, things would never be the same. We couldn't just ignore these feelings anymore.

Plus, I couldn't ignore my heart anymore. Literally. My heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest every time I even thought about them.

Well, not necessarily all of them, my inner thoughts reminded me. Just one of them in particular.

"Shut up!" I scolded myself.

"What?" Bennett called from the kitchen.

"Uh, nothing! I was just talking to..." My voice trailed off. What was I supposed to say, myself? Yeah, Bennett, I was just telling my conscience to stop thinking about how much I'm in love with you.