what if it's us fanfiction

fourteen

arthur's pov

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"Arthur!" Ben giggles as I push him onto my bed. Evan has one last class before the weekend officially started and I knew that it would take around an hour by the time he was done. I explained to Benny that we had to walk Evan back to the dorm room because he was afraid to walk back alone. Ben seemed fine with that, and we had about an hour before we had to go anywhere so... I ended up kissing him a bit. "Arth—" he pauses, blushing like crazy. I kiss his jaw and lay down on his chest pressing my ear to the fabric of his shirt. His heart is beating incredibly fast and I look back up at him with a loving gaze.

He rubs his eyes, embarrassed that I could hear his heartbeat. He clings onto my shirt, while his head falls on my pillow and he looks up at me and grins. "You're so silly," I want to hold him forever and never let go. I didn't think it was possible to have such strong feelings for someone so quickly. I had known Ben for a while now, but getting to know him this time around felt different. It felt so similar, yet so different.

"I would love to do this until we need to get Evan but I really have to do my homework," I whisper to him interlacing our fingers so that his are under mine. Ben pouts, squeezing my hand and letting go to grab his backpack off the floor. I watch as he scans the room in more depth, looking to Evans side of the room. He sighs, flopping onto the end of my bed and curling up under a blanket I had folded earlier. He wraps the blanket around his body so all I can see is his head, collarbone, and parts of his shoulders. He grins at me and tries his best to curl up next to me.

"Babe, just cause you act really cute didn't mean I can just drop everything to cuddle you," I whisper, reaching for him and pushing him down on my chest. He giggled, obviously happy his plan of making me drop my books for him worked. He readjusts himself so that the blanket is now covering both of us and so that he is laying on my stomach looking into my eyes. I chuckle reaching up to brush his soft hair back from his eyes. My God, what kind of conditioner did this boy use? His hair was so soft and not knotted that it made me embarrassed to have taken no care of my hair.

I play around with his hair, twirling the longer bits around my fingers and occasionally stopping to braid smaller pieces together. Ben seems to like this because he leans into my south every time I play with his hair. We spend the entire hour sitting and talking, and yes — kissing. All while Ben is laying on my chest, where he should be.

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