I Love the Way We Argue

A/N: Is it just me or do some of the weirdest conversations take place in bookstores? I thought I might do a small series of one-shots starring Ben and Tory having random fights.

Ch.1: In High School

"I cannot believe you did that!" I was walking down the aisles of one of my favorite places. A bookstore. In addition to my love of science is my love of books. You have to learn everything somewhere right?

"What did I do?"

That would be Ben Blue. My boyfriend of almost two years. We started dating in my sophomore year and never once have we broken up. We've just paused to take a deep breath and sulk before continuing as always. The key to any good relationship isn't sharing everything and being joined at the hip 24/7. It's acceptance in another's flaws.

"You know what you did!" And of course: good communication. I could teach a seminar. As Ben followed me down the aisle to the Teen Fiction section he muttered to himself,

"Pretty sure I have no clue what you're talking about." Denial is a form of acceptance...denial is a form of acceptance...just keep telling yourself that.

"Don't play dumb. You know exactly what I'm talking about."

"To be honest I'm lost here."

"You're lost everywhere."

"How does that work? I mean if you're lost then you don't know where you are and you are not in the place that you want to be. You said everywhere but if I'm everywhere then I can't be lost because if I'm everywhere then I am in the place I need to be. Therefore by definition I am not lost."

"Was that supposed to make sense?" At some point I had stopped listening and now I just watched him talk

"To someone with a brain cell or two? Yes."

I brought my mind back to the topic at hand.

"Perhaps it makes sense to a blathering idiot."

"Blathering?" Was that amusement in his eyes? Was he laughing at me? There's no way he knew I was ogling him.

"Yes blathering." As my aunt would say, stick to your guns girl.

"Do you even know what that means?" Questioning my intelligence? Not a wise move.

"That you're talking long-winded without making very much sense" I discreetly tucked my phone away. I didn't think that app would ever come in handy, goes to show.

"Did you use a dictionary?" He knows me way too well.

"No."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"Positive?"

"Absolutely. I used Google."

He chuckled and fought to keep a smile off his face as he said,

"That totally counts."

"Does not."

"Are you five?"

"No I'm six." Totally stole that from 'What Happens in Vegas'. Thank you Ashton Kutcher!

"Sometimes I feel like I am dating a child." Why oh why does he set himself up like this. It's almost enough to make be feel like a jerk. Almost.

"You feel like a pedophile?"

"I didn't say that." Oh yes you did, foolish boy.

"Not in so many words."

"What?"

"Remember: Dreams reflect your desires."

"Are you trying to say that I'm a pedophile at heart?" In a manner of speaking.

"I don't know. Are you?"

"..."

"OMG!"

"NO!"

"Ben! That is SO creepy!"

"I'M NOT A PEDOPHILE!"

Right then one of the book store employees came up to Ben and tapped him on the shoulder. His intentions could not have been more clear.

"I'm sorry sir but could you please use your indoor voice? There are people trying to read."

I blushed realizing that his statement was also directed at me although the man had enough decency not to say so. His glare said enough.

"Sorry." Ben's steady gaze met the man's glare and I could see bafflement and frustration cross his face. On the other hand Ben's expression remained as calm as ever. This just seemed to unsettle the man even more.

"Nice going." What can I say? When I'm embarrassed I take it out on everyone. Didn't I mention this already?

"Hey that wasn't just me."

"You're the only one who got in trouble."

Ben actually looked somewhat annoyed. "That's only because you're so mousy that nobody can here you."

"Mousy?"

"Mousy." Straight and to the point. Damn irritating.

"Spell it."

"M-O-U-S-E-Y?"

"Nope."

"There's no 'E' is there?"

"Nope."

"Surely you have more than one word in your vocabulary."

I smirked and looked up to see Ben's smiling face.

"Nope."

A/N: Denial is a form of acceptance? Honestly that makes no sense and the only reason I left it in their was because it was funny to me and it made the scene work. I think it's either irony or possibly a paradox. What do y'all think it is?