what if it's us fanfiction

fifteen

ben's pov

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"Life is so unfair," I sigh, waiting for Arthur to question my actions. We're laying on his bed trying our best to keep conversation. We're too nervous around each other at the moment. I'm laying in his arms, which makes my heart beat too fast. Arthur just looks down at me puzzled and wraps his arms around my hips pulling me closer to his body. "And why's that?" he questions softly. His nose lightly brushed against my cheek and I feel giddy and angry all at the same time. I huff.

"Cause! You're so smart you'll get your dream career! I don't even know what I wanna major in, I'm going to be stuck working at fast-food restaurants in New York forever!" I pouted digging my face into Arthur's chest hoping to block out the world. I hear him gasp dramatically.

"Oh my God you're so amazing and you don't even see it," he whispered and I bring my face up to look at him, our noses barely touching as he whispers to me, "You really think you're not smart? You pulled your grades up from F's to B's in less than a few months to pass your classes. If that's not smart I don't know what is," Arthur whispered to me and my stomach filled with butterflies. "You're so talented and smart, plus you really think I'm gonna let you live in New York by yourself?" He started rubbing his hands in a circular motion on my back, making me hum with glee. Arthur was so nice to me, and all I ever did was constantly worry about everything. We sat like this for a few minutes until Arthur's phone alarm went off reminding us to pick up Evan from his class.

I groaned, as I sat up and rolled off the bed to get out of Arthur's reach in order to find my shoes to put them on. He whined at the sight of me leaving. I looked down at him biting my lip taking the sight of Arthur with his messy bed head hair in "You're so cute," I gush, trying to untie the laces on my shoes. Arthur groans.

"Aw... Why doesn't Evan have a longer class? I just wanna lie in bed with you and never leave, and talk, and be annoying idiots!" he gets out of bed to search for his flip flops, which he just slides on. I continue to struggle with the extremely tight knot I had tied my shoes into. Arthur bends down in front of me to untie my shoe for me. I blush uncontrollably, how crazy of me to be blushing over my boyfriend. "You've always been bad with your hands," he mindlessly states tying the loop on my shoelace, and he freezes almost instantly. We make eye contact for a split second and then we both break out into tears of laughter. "THAT'S— NOT WHAT I M-MEANT!" Arthur gasps between laughs. I can't breathe I'm laughing too hard at how adorably somewhat-innocence my boyfriend is.

"Oh my GOD," I gasp, slapping his arm away as Arthur groans in shame, his face beat red with embarrassment. I can feel his Embarrassment radiating off of him.

"DON'T bring God into the conversation!" Arthur whines burying his head in my lap. "I've destroyed the conversation enough already," I pet his hair, giggling as I lightly tap on his forehead. "As much as I want this little talk to be continued, we have ten minutes until Evans class ends," Arthy springs up and checks my shoelaces and then drags me over to the door. He is probably great full for an excuse to end the conversation. I narrow my eyes, I'm not letting him off the hook that easily... at least not at the moment. I let the conversation slip as we leave the dorm rooms, I can always bring it back up later whenever I want, just to see Arthur turn red.

Arthur walks me to Evans building and we walk arm in arm, smiling at each other. The night is crisp and there's a light feeling in the air as we walk. We see a few students walk by as we walk to find Evan. It is quite peaceful at Yale, probably because all of the stress is to remain inside the buildings of the school. I do like walking with Arthur. It's kinda fun to be the dumb kid in an ivy league school. I snap to attention when I hear Arthur laugh. I turn my head just in time for Arthur to lean down to whisper in my ear— "When we pick up Evan don't tell him about the sexual God-forsaken jokes,"

And once again, I'm dying laughing.

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