Imagines of Ben Hardy and his portrayals of Roger Taylor and Warren Worthington. I am doing request so messages me anytime if you want a imagine.
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"— everyone i am going out to grab lunch real quick and possibly not come back," our boss started to tell us. "make sure to rip off customers as much as possible" he pointed his finger to all of us signaling if understood him. we nodded our heads and watched him leave out of the store. once he was out of the parking lot i dropped the broom i had in my hands and went to the drape inside the store.
"where are you going?" my co-worker/ ben asked me watching me walk over to it. i pulled off the white sheet reveling a ladder to the roof. "just going to my hang out spot" i shrug my shoulders. "wanna join?" i asked him along with riley, his best friend. they looked at each other and agreed. i waved them over and started to climb up the ladder. one we reached the top of the store i sat down in the lawn chair i had. beside it was a cooler of drinks and some tennis balls for me to hit and bounce for fun.
"when did you do all of this?" riley asked looking ahead of her. "i come up here during my lunch break like everyday. brought chairs, games, and drinks from home. it's pretty relaxing" i tell them. "you guys should come up here sometime" i look back at them pulling a soda from the cooler. "yeah—OHHH!," riley cut her self off. she pointed towards the ground and bursted into laughter. me and ben looked over the edge and seen a group of what looked like teens having a dance off and i will say the dancing was horrible.
"wow, they're really killing it" ben says sarcastically. "dancing is overrated" i chuckle at his statement. "what's do you mean? dancing it fun...at this moment for them...i think it's just a bet" i look back down toward the ground.
"oh ben don't act like you don't love to dance" riley teased him poking his sides making him squirm around and swat her hands away from him.
"so you really like to dance huh?" i nudge him in his arm. "well-" "duhh. his mom used to dress him up in costumes and make him do dances when he was litte" riley started babbling. ben's face turn into a light shade of pink. "one of them was the cutest. he would wear a lamb costume and do the lamby lamby dance-oh my god!" riley squealed at the childhood memories. ben's eyes widen slightly. "now is not the time to talk about the lamby lamby dance" he muttered to her.
"aww that's adorable" i smirk as his red face. "well...i'll leave. there's your embarrassing moment of the day ben" riley stood you taking a drink and going back down the ladder.
"so are you going to show me that dance?" i smile. he shook his head quickly. "no! it's the worst. i can't believe i was friends with her during that time"
"but it's cool to have childhood friends"
"sometimes" he looked at me and let out a small chuckle. "come on show me" she shook him by his shoulders. "show me, show me, show me" i chanted. ben groaned giving in a stood up with regret in his body language.
"well....who wants a lamby lamby lamby? i do! i do! so go up and greet your mammy mammy mammy. hi there! hi there! march march march around the daisies don't don't you forget about the baby"
he finished kneeling down on his knee and poked his his right cheek with a unhappy smile on his face. i stomps my feet against the roofing with excitement from the cuteness. "that was the best things i've seen in my entire life ever!"
"i do not feel great" he shyly smiled, his face still red from embarrassment. "don't be. so many girls would love to see that, especially from you"
"well you're the last girl who's going to see it," he looked up from his hands glancing in front of him at the sky then at me. "maybe the only girl" a small smile on his face.
