☆𝐁𝐞𝐧 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐲 𝐈𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬☆

𝙧𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙩𝙧𝙞𝙥

i thought i would do something like teotfw and i've been dead so here ya go ت

i sat down on the bed. bouncing on to test the mattress comfort. it was pretty stiff. it had to have been recently bought.

'who buys a mattress and leaves?'

i got off the bed and looked in the drawers for pajamas. "these people are fancy" i held the silk pajamas in my hands. "are you sure there gone?" my friend, ben, asks walking out of the bathroom. "yeah" i say obviously. "there's a lot of mail, they've been gone for weeks" i close the drawer and go to the restroom. "okay and what if the end of those weeks happen to be today?" he asked from the other side of the door.

"then we run" i walk out and head over to the bed. "come on we needed to rest somewhere," i say seeing the look he was giving me. "we can't sleep in your car every night, we need food and hygiene. now come to bed" i pull the covers up on the other side of the bed. he got in and leaned up against the headboard with her sitting in silence.

"this mattress is stiff" he says. "yeah" she replies causing it to go back silent again. "where do you plan on going?" he asks. "vegas" she says nonchalantly. he looks at her. "vegas?" he repeats.
"yeah, so what?"

"nothing...i just thought that you just wanted to go to a different part of the state"

"no, i want to get out of california, not stay in california" she explains.

"why do you hate it here so much?"

"it's fake," she starts to say. she shifts herself so her body is towards him. "everything here is fake" she shrugs her shoulders. "i want to go somewhere fun. it's always been my plan to go vegas, but i didn't want to go by myself of course cause i'm bad at making friends" she chuckled.

"you're not bad at making friends, you just say the wrong things at the wrong time and you make things awkward that's all" ben smiled telling her the truth. "wow thanks" she sarcastically says. "but good thing you're weird" she tells him. "otherwise you wouldn't be talking to me right now"

the slam from downstairs caused them to jump up from the bed. "they're back" y/n states the obvious. "told you" ben teases and opens the window. "what are you doing?" she whispers watching him climb out the window. "we're you going to leave the room?" he rhetorically ask her jumping down. she looked down. the jump was far so she didn't know how he did that easily. "come on" he held his hands up. "i'll catch you" he assured her. taking a breath she grabbed her clothes off the floor and swung one leg at a time over the window seal slowly. "one....." she took a breath. "two..."
"HEY!" she heard a man yell. she looked behind her and seen the owner of the house. out of panic she let go and jumped. ben caught her but fell back into the pool. "IM GOING TO CALL THE POLICE IF YOU DON'T GET YOUR NO GOOD JUVENILE DELINQUENT SELVES OUT IN THREE SECONDS" the angry man yelled from the window.

in a rush they got out of the pool struggling from the water weight in their clothes. running to ben's car and getting inside, he starts the car and left the house. down the road they sat in silence. the water from soaking the seats and the car floor made things more awkward for them.

"did you still their pajamas?" ben fills the silence. "yeah"

"do you want to dry your clothes?"

"where are yours?" she looks at him seeing her was also wearing a set of pajamas from the house. "in the bed room"

"your wallet?" she quickly asks hoping there wasn't something important left. "......in my pants" he hesitated to say.

'fuck'