SO THIS FANFICTION WAS WRITTEN BY A FRIEND OF MINE FROM TV DOT COM, AGBABY97. PERSONALLY I LOVE IT. I HOPE YOU GUYS DO TOO!
DISCLAIMER: OWN NOTHING
There Ben and I were, crouching behind a cart of basketballs, watching Ms. Mann miss free throw after free throw. Not the best circumstances, I know, and yet, I couldn't help being happy. So happy that I was about to burst out laughing.
Ben was looking the same way.
"Why is it that you want to laugh at the worst possible time to laugh?" I asked him.
"I don't know, it's one of life's mysteries," he replied. "Once, I ended up laughing at my great-aunt's funeral."
"Really?" I said, wanting to laugh even more. "On your mom's or dad's side?"
Ben's face fell as soon as I said the word 'mom'. Mine followed suit.
"Ben, what's wrong?" I asked.
He looked even sadder. I always end up saying the worst possible thing. I didn't want to say anything else, but I didn't want Ben upset with me. It could be hours before Ms. Mann made a shot and we could escape back to detention. I just had to say something. So, event though my judgment said not to, I said:
"Ben, is your mom sick or-or dead, or something? Whatever it is, you can tell me." I looked at him with what I hoped was sympathy.
He forced a smile. "No, my mom's not dead, or sick. She...left...me and my dad when I was young. That's how I got the detention. Manfred (I don't know if it was Manfred, but it is now) was bugging me about my mom the other day. He wouldn't let up, or let me get to class, so I pushed him, and Mann saw."
"Oh, Ben, I'm so sorry about your mom."
"That's why I have such a hard time opening up to people. I don't want to lose them."
"But, Ben, you open up to me..." I was sort of confused.
"I trust you, Red, " Ben said.
"Aww..." I said a bit too loudly. Mrs. Mann looked around.
"Oops..." I whispered to Ben, as she looked around the gym, headed towards our hiding spot.
Ben grinned at me. "Look, Red, if we're going to get caught, we might as well get caught in style..." He had this mischievous look in his eye.
"Ben," I said, "I want to kiss you so badly-probably more than Arden, if that's possible-but not now. We could get in even more trouble than we're already in."
"Kiss you?" Ben asked, confused and happy at the same time. "I was thinking we should throw basketballs at her or something. But I like your plan way better."
"Ben, come on..." I pleaded.
"Red, take a chance. Dare to live a bit. Besides, at this rate, we may never get another chance..."
He leaned in to kiss me, putting his hand on my cheek. It was just as I had imagined it, without the basketballs, of course. I leaned towards him too. Our lips were about to meet, when we heard someone clear their throat above us...
CLIFFHANGER! R&R PLEASE!