thirteen.

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the scream would have woken people.. in sweden.

ben opened his eyes wide, we stared at each other for a second before screaming simultaneously, i jumped and fell off the bed.

joe slammed open the door, rosie just behind him, he stared at the two of us.

"WHY IS BEN IN MY BED?!" i shouted at him, he gulped, i turned to ben, "WHY ARE YOU IN MY BED?! WHAT THE FUCK!?"

ben winced, it was only now i realised he was shirtless, "AND WHY ARE YOU NAKED?!"

"IM NOT NAKED! I'M SHIRTLESS!"

"WHY?!"

"WILL YOU TWO SHUT UP?!"

i glared at both ben and joe, "why,"i said with gritted teeth, "is ben, shirtless, in my bed?"

joe gulped once more, "i.. didn't think you'd be home tonight, because of your date, so.. i let ben sleep here.. "

i shrieked in frustration and banged my head off the wooden floor, "kill me now.. kill me now.."

the noise and ruckus from my room seemed to be heard from different rooms and there was a series of knocks on the front door.

"everyone okay in there?"

"yes!" i called back, "thank you mrs crawford!"

"okay sweetie!"

"where's he going to sleep now? 'cause he's sure as hell not sleeping with me!"

ben ran a hand through his hair, using the other hand to hold my blanket to his chest, blocking view of his naked chest.

"well,"joe said with a brow impressively raised, "it looks like he has to.. what's he gonna do? stay with me and rosie?"

"yes, he is. rosie, could you be a doll and stay with me? ben, you're with joe."

ben raised an arm up to scratch his head, it was only then i realised he had a tattoo, joe let out a whine,
"y/n...! i don't want to! ben's going to give me cooties!"

"oh fuck you mazzello,"ben rolled his eyes, still tired and confused from the scene.

ben pushed the blanket off of himself, revealing his toned body and muscular arms, i would never admit it, but i couldn't help but stare.

his blue and yellow shorts were the only thing he wore, he stretched his arms and i flicked my tongue over my chapped, dry lips.

"y/n, please stop staring at my pecs, you're making me uncomfortable."

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