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

Twelve: Birthday Surprises

A/N: I started back at college last week so I've been busy, sorry for the lack of activity and thanks for sticking with me this far, enjoy this next chapter! <3 (Pictures used are again not mine, rights go to respected owners!)

Today is probably the most tired I've felt in the month and a half I've been here. Alex was kind enough to join me on the 2 show day coffee run and we're currently walking up the million and one staircases up to Taylor and Erika's dressing room.

I felt kind of like a pack-mule that day as I had a hundred and one shopping bags, 4 coffee cups in each hand and my own shoulder bag on my shoulder, I'm seriously considering charging everyone who I've been "helping" over the past week with their to do lists a couple hundred dollars, because I did not sign up for this. Especially not for free as I'm doing an internship in a few months.

Alex offered to carry a few bags and one of the coffee trays, which we'd already dropped off at the boys dressing room and he looked just as mule-like as I did, except for the fact that I was a good foot shorter than him and getting shorter by the second.

"I cannot wait to be rid of these heavy ass bags!" I groan, slumping down the hall to Barrett's dressing room door, which we needed to stop at first to drop off her coffee.

"Come on V! It's not that bad!" Alex laughs, adjusting a bag strap on his shoulder.

"Says you! Mr. I-Hit-Puberty-3-Years-Early-And-Am-Super-Tall!" I snap back, letting a few of the straps loose from my shoulder and letting them drop to my feet as we approached the dressing room door, "also you do gymnastics and have impeccable upper body strength."

Alex smirks, looking rather smug as he flexes his muscles on his arms, looking as if he he was lifting weights, "I do try and...flex the metal whenever I can!"

I roll my eyes so hard they almost roll out of my head, "please you've barely set your big toe inside an actual gym!"

Alex frowned sticking his tongue out at me. I ignore him and reach for the doorknob.

I think now is as good a time as ever to describe what both me and Alex look like, seeing as I never gave vivid details before.

I'm rather short at 5'2 with the longest mop of dark brown hair you've ever seen! My eyes are green (which is odd because the majority of my family have blue eyes, except my mom, who I get my green eyes from) and quite pale and have pretty rounded facial features.

Alex on the other hand, could be described as a complete polar opposite to me; he's quite tall at around 5'11, a mix of dark brown and and blond dreadlocks, tanned, caramel coloured skin, hazel eyes and slightly chiselled out facial features. He's got natural good looks that make all girls (and boys) weak in the knees, not gonna lie, I myself even fell for the guy.

I turn the doorknob and swing the door open, picking up the bags and hauling them into the room. Erika and Taylor immediately turn to the both of us and almost burst out laughing upon seeing me.

"What on God's green earth..." Erika chuckled as I dumped all the bags onto the couch.

"Don't ask." I grumble, falling onto the soft, fluffy carpet beneath me.

"Are you okay? You look like you could use a break." Taylor says, kneeling on the floor next to me. I flip myself over onto my back, "I'm fine, everyone just decided that I was the Theatre bitch today." I smile, letting out a breathy chuckle.

Taylor rolled her eyes, kissing my forehead. "Aw, poor baby."

Erika turned to look at Alex, who was standing awkwardly in the doorway, his own bags on the floor and one hand covering his eyes, "who's the guy and why is he covering his eyes?"