twenty one.

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his cheeky smile dropped by a few molars, "what about her?"

"so.. are you two official?"

ben raised his brows, "um.. that was our first date, you could say, coincidence i met you at sundae's."

i gave him a closed-mouth smile, "yeah, i guess."

ben sighed, closing his eyes and putting his arms behind his head, "god i miss this bed, it's so damn comfortable."

i scoffed playfully, stood up from my chair, walked over and hovered over him, he opened his eyes lazily, gazing at me through his lashes.

"get off of my bed, jones."

"make me."

i raised a brow, then bent down and sat down on his stomach, a leg on either side of his hip, "move bitch."

he smirked and shook his head stubbornly, i groaned, then smacked his chest, "now."

shake.

slap.

"now."

shake.

slap.

"now."

shake.

"i'm getting real tired of your damn attitude."

he rolled his eyes and turned his body sideways, which lead to me toppling over onto the hardwood floor, "you bITCH!"

he sat up and threw his legs over the side of the bed, "i'm off, technically."

i stuck my tongue out at him, "you stink. i'm going to go watch a movie and eat popcorn, you're NOT invited."

i 'harumphed' and stomped out of the room, "no y/n please! anything but that!"

i ignored him and went into the kitchen, opened a cupboard and took out a packet of microwave popcorn, taking off the plastic and throwing it into the microwave that stood in the corner of the counter.

"y/n... can i please watch the movie with you? i'll be a good boy?"

ben walked out, pouting his lips, his green eyes large, i rolled my eyes, a small smile on my face, "fine."

he smiled brightly, "i love you, y/n."

"naw ben, i love you too."

i walked over to the fridge and took out a carton of orange juice, then walked back and grabbed two glasses, ben watched me, his face between two hands.

once the popcorn and drinks were done, i made ben carry the drinks inside while i carried the large bowl of popcorn, eating some while i walked.

"y/n! stop eating the popcorn, pig!"

my smile dropped, ah, i'm a pig.

i glared at the back of his head, he sat down and patted the space next to him, i pursed my lips and sat down.

he went to put his arm around my shoulder but i shrugged him off, he stared, a little offended, at me.

"what's wrong, y/n?"

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