A/N Here's to hoping the success of my first NT fic wasn't a fluke! If you'd like some more, please review (but no pressure). As you can tell, I like dialogue in my stories, and my creative writing teacher says I'm good at it! So, without further ado...
"Ben?"
"Yes, Riley?"
"What are we?"
Ben rolled over and peered at Riley.
"Um...treasure protectors?"
"No, I mean, what's the right word for our relationship?"
"Well, for starter's, we're really good friends..."
"Would good friends have their hands where your's are right now?"
"OK, so we're best friends."
"My point stands."
"Well, if you wanted to be all technical, technically, we're friends with benefits."
"Leave the technology for treasure hunting...treasure-boy."
"You're right, that's a bit too impersonal. And it makes me think of teenage horndogs...which, technically..."
"NO MORE TECHNICALITIES!"
Ben furrowed his brow in concentration.
"Aha! I have it! We're boyfriends!"
"But...that just seems..."
"A little awkward, right...and since we never really go on solo romantic dates..."
"How about...partners?"
"But that word negates the aspect of our friendship."
"..."
"Aww, you're so cute when you're confused."
"..."
"OW!"
"Seriously, Ben!"
"Well, I don't know how many relationship names I can think of? Buddies? Fuckbuddies? Lovers? Husbands?"
"No, too impersonal, too intense, and illegal in every state except good ol' Massachusetts."
"Massachusetts has always been a leading influece in democracy. Why, in 1719-"
"Some guy was born who wrote something and put a treasure map on it. Yadda yadda yadda. I'm hungry."
As if by magic, a loud knocking came on their bedroom door. As usual, it was Abigail.
"Get up, loverboys! You're making waffles!"
"I am?"
"He is?"
"Yep! I've already put coffee on!"
"Hey, Riley?"
"Yeah?"
"I think I have a name for us."
"Unwilling chefs?"
"No. Loverboys!"
"Well, that works for me."
"Come on- blueberry or cinnammon?"