Who Would I Be Without You? //Ben Cook fanfic// *FINISHED*

Three: Wake Up Call

Beep Beep Beep.....

Beep Beep Beep.....

I roll over in bed and peel my eyes open slowly, grumbling softly to myself as I gingerly lifted my head from the pillow and squinted at my laptop that sat open on my desk across the room. Someone was Skype calling me. I reach over to my bedside table and grab my glasses, pushing them onto my face and looking over at the clock.

4:53am

Who the hell is skyping me at this time in the morning.

I throw back the covers, letting the early December breeze wash over me, causing me to shiver as I wrap a blanket around my shoulders and tip toed across the wood panelled floor to my desk, clicking the lamp on and sitting at my chair.

After my eyes adjust to the bright light of the screen, I see the username

BenjiBro_97

I furrow my brow. Why is Ben calling me this early in the morning, does he have no concept for timezone differences?

I shake my head as I click answer but I don't see Ben's face, instead, it's another guy, a guy who looks oddly familiar, but I don't know where I've seen him before...

he looks confused as he squints at me through the screen, "hello?" he asks, his eyes darting,

"uh...hi?" I reply, making him jump slightly.

"oh, hey...where are you, why is the screen black?" he asks, and I look up at my camera on my laptop and the tape that covered the camera (don't trust the government kids! their ALWAYS WATCHING!)

"I've got tape over my camera." I tell the guy, still not sure whether I can trust him or not.

The guy smirked at the screen, "okay...you gonna peel it back?" he asked, folding his arms and leaning closer to the camera.

I fold my own arms, sitting back, "that depends...are you a perv?" I question.

He laughs, pushing his hair back, "if you want me to be..."

I roll my eyes, scoffing slightly, "okay Aaron Samuels'!"

I peel the tap away and stick it next to the camera so that he can see me.

He leans back now, eyeing me suspiciously, "hmm..." he trails off, scrunching up his nose slightly, not once breaking eye contact with me.

"What? Can you smell my morning breath through the screen?" I ask, flashing him a cheesy grin and breathing on the screen. He wipes tears away from his eyes and wafts the air around him,

"Yup, that's definitely it!" I roll my eyes, adjusting the blanket over my shoulders, a thought suddenly clicking into my head: who the hell is this guy, and why is he on my brothers computer?

"Okay, so who are you and what have you done to the actual owner of this computer?" I question.

The guy bit his lip, still eyeing me, "I think the real question is who are you and why is your name at the top of my friends Skype caller ID?"

"I asked first." I retort, stiffing a yawn and rubbing my eyes, "anyway, if you don't know who I am, why did you decide to call me?"

He smiles at me gingerly, resting his chin on his hand, "cause' I'm nosey."

I roll my eyes, breathing out a laugh, "I can see that."

"So you gonna tell me how you know Ben?" He asked, still grinning like an idiot at me.