(This is a walking dead one shot of a character of mine. I saw that Ben had no love from anyone in the group ( But Clemmy ) So I gave him one c:
My first story, go ahead and tell me what I need to work on c: Thank you 3 )
By the way: I'm a super Ben freak. So once I'm done with another story I've been working on; they'll be more c: I also made it more 'spacey'. I don't wanna blind you folk D:
"Love in a hopeless place"
It hadn't been long since the incident with the bell tower, actually it hadn't even been an hour since the whole thing happened. The walkers had Procured us up the building and to the location were the massive instrument was dangling in the middle of the room. That's when it happened.
The bell began to ring, swaying back and forth as an unknown chimer caused the old thing to rattle with life; that's when I turned to look over my shoulder just as Lee finished instructing me and Ben to get the hell out and spotted the swinging dead. Grunting and growling before taking a hold of a un expecting Ben that was trying to block the loud bombing of the bell from piercing his ears. He whimpered, falling back against the wooden railing that was becoming weak from the young man's body weight. "Shoot the god damn thing!" Were all my crackling vocal cords could muse as Lee withdrew his shot gun; firing at the un dead's cranium and knocking Ben backwards. I squeaked, covering my mouth in horror as Lee raced over; grabbing the arm of my secret crush and preventing him from falling to his doom. "B-Ben! Don't say that… Come on Lee, pull him up already!" The words slipped from my mouth in a slur, my hands digging into the old floor boards that made up the third story of the bell tower. I hadn't noticed Lee gaze up from ben and look at the awaiting Kenny, or the advancing walkers that proceeded up the stairs. I could only look into the deep blue pools that belong to the eighteen year old, and wonder why he wanted to die. It was Kenny's fault… wasn't it? He also stared, swallowing heavily before allowing a soft sentence to slip off his lips. "I'm so... Sorry..." Lee then quickly pulled him up and we race down the latter to safety.
The only words I heard out of his mouth as he slowly slipped from the powerful hands of the African American was his begging for him to let him fall. Oh if only he knew how much his words stabbed my already unstable heart. If only he knew that I cared for him, and welcomed him into the group. Even if what he had done was stupid, he was just a nervous kid; people do stupid stuff when they're afraid. Kenny doesn't understand…
Ben and I hadn't spoken since the incident, and we soon departed from one another leaving me alone in the darkness of the living room. My face buried within my hands, tears dripping down my cheek bones and landing in the center of my palm. I sighed, the image of Ben possibly falling to his doom replaying in my mind over and over as I remained settled down on the couch. He shouldn't think like that, I mean. Just because he had done those things doesn't make him a bad person! He was nice to me, and tried to contribute to the group when he could. Sure he wasn't the smartest, but. That's when the deep toned voice split my thoughts in two.
"Hey, Tiffany, How is everything? I hope what happened didn't scare you like it scared Ben." Lee questioned; a slight glaze of worry in his words. I blinked, gazing up at him with a quick swipe of my hand. "I'm fine, but I am kind of startled; Now, what about Ben?" I wasn't really concerned about my own well-being, mostly for ben for he was the one that wanted to die or at least I thought that was the reason. My eyes didn't leave his facial plate as he let out his own big swallow of air and told me how he wasn't the same after what had happened. That's when I realized he was-and probably still is-Guilty for what happened to Kenny's son and Wife and Carly... It was kind of his fault for Duck's wound from a walker, but it wasn't intentional. As for Carly, Ben shouldn't have kept his deal with those people a secret for so long. Maybe then Lily wouldn't have snapped and put a bullet in her head.
"Look, I know this might be a lot to ask, but may you go look for Ben and talk to him? You are the closest to him than most of us." Lee asked with a shrug of his shoulder blades.
"Of course, Lee" I gladly said yes and left the room, heading to the one place I felt he would be; the roof top.
Of course out of all the places that I could've imagined he would be located he actually was, sitting in a slouch and gazing up at the sky. Silent and unaware of my presence; I didn't want to startle him, so as gentle as I could I whispered "B-Ben?" His head turned, a frown lacing his lips. Nothing came out of his mouth as I advanced towards him, taking a seat at his side. He exhaled, pulling on his school jacket over his hands as the air around us began to chill. Usually, me and him would be speaking constantly; talking about what our school lives were like…, what instruments we played ( We both played, Me percussion and him brass.) And so forth. Just to pass the time, but now his mouth remained in a straight posture; not even flashing a small, forced, smile at me like he used to.
"Ben, please talk to me?"
"I-I'm sorry, I really am. Please, forgive me for everything I had done wrong to you. I do so much to you, to everyone.." That's when his cranium turned to look at me, his once soft irises now hard with fear. I shook my head and moved closer; our arms now touching and my eyes now locked on my knees. "Never, Ben, you never did anything to me but be a great friend; someone that has kept me sane though out this whole zombie thing. I don't care what Kenny or anyone else says about you, you're a good person. Don't forget that."
Ben's eyes began to flutter, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, and his face flushed with blood causing them to grow hot and glow red. He was acting like he had never been praised before. It has been a long time since someone said something nice to him. "Thank you, Tiff. I just, felt so guilty for what had happened to Duck, Kat and Carly; it was my entire fault and the group hates me for it. You're the only one that had been on my side since the very beginning, since the moment I had ended up with the group. I made so many mistakes, the whole ordeal with the bandits, and the moment on the train when I snapped at you… I-I, ugh what kind of friend am I? The tower, wanting Lee to let me fall… I wanted to make sure Clem, the others, and especially you were to get out alive; I was just slowing you guys down anyway… Oh and I um, also found the picture of me you drew in your note book. It's amazing by the way. Clem was looking through it for some paper to draw on and she came across it. She showed it to me…"That's when I felt my own cheek bones go hot with embarrassment. How did he find that? Oh… right I left it when we were in Crawford; it was in the same room with Ben and Clementine, that's how she got a hold of it.
"You think...you think so? I kind of drew you when we were sitting on the train on the way here, when you were leaning up against the train with Chuck? ( poor, poor chuck.) I'm sorry if it seemed strange, I just couldn't help it. The face you made, the pouting, I just—had- to do it." The 18 year old exhaled, throwing an arm over my back side and pulling me in a side hug. I couldn't help but feel my body grow hot from being so close to him, and I think he took notice.
"You okay..?" The boy asked softly.
"U-Um, yeah...Fine. Ben? I'm still kinda sorry for the drawing. I knew I should've shown you sooner. You're just being nice; I bet you think I'm some kind of creep or something…" I then cranked my neck sideways, turning my facial plate away from his own; He turned, facing me now and grabbing my chin to turn my head back around.
"No, seeing the picture made me feel…better. Like someone cared. Though everything…You showed kindness and tried to make my depression go away. The only thing I can repay you for everything you've done is with is this..."
I blinked, not really ready for what he was about to do. Slowly, he extended his head towards mine, his eyes lids covering half of his spheres of vision. His lips slightly parted, his hot air becoming stronger and stronger as he got closer and closer. My own eyes closed before the soft flesh of his lips pressed gingerly against my own. I gasped, my hands instinctively going for the back of his cranium, my fingers running though his light brown hair. We were kissing now, and it felt amazing. This entire time I wanted to do this, and finally it was happening; and the best part was that Ben was feeling better.
Soon our lips parted and we found ourselves staring dumb folded at one another. Kissing? In the middle of a zombie apocalypse? It wasn't that different, but… It really is possible to find love in a hopeless place..
"S-Sorry…" He breathed, slowly looking away and back up at the ground. Below us a small bundle of zombies shuffled by without taking notice of our hiding place. We stared at them briefly before we looked back at one another. His lip was trembling as if he had something to say, but nothing came out. After sometime he did speak "I know i-it's not much; but…I can't do what you did. Even if I want to. I don't deserve to live, I don't even deserve your love. I'm worthless."
"B-Ben, stop…It was a g-great thank you." Was all I said as I tried to get out of being dazed… I had never been kissed with such passion before, but I was pretty sure Ben had. "You, you know… You can come to me with anything, right Ben? If you ever think of pulling a stunt like you did before, talk to me. Please. I don't want to lose you."." I told him with, scooting closer to his side as he held me against his chest in a hug. The pitter, patter of his heart echoing my ear drums and the deep vibrations of his speaking producing the same sound "I will. I am so, so sorry… Damn, I was almost killed. I could only imagine how mad you would've been at me…"
Biting my lip, I pulled away from his side and stood; getting some balance from the tiled roof top before waiting for him to follow my lead. It was as if he knew I was going inside, and he soon removed himself from the roof tops; holding me slightly as we ascended from our spot outside. Once within, we decided to share his Bed for the evening.
I didn't think of such an idea, but when Ben said he didn't want to be left alone; I quickly said I would spend the night with him. Once in his room, I got changed out of my day attire (Which was just a tee-shirt and jeans. Underneath was nothing but a tank top and underwear that I slept in), crawled into the queen sized berth that seemed to once belong to a young teenager and waited. Not long after he joined me, curling his body against mine. I gave him a gingerly kiss on the forehead and geld my lips against his skull briefly; feeling him sigh against my neck... Ben's depression had seemed to vanish slowly while I spoke with him. One minute he was a pouting boy that showed nothing but a frown on his lips. Even now he showed it, only covering it for me as I lay close to him now… Someday, hopefully… I'll see the real Ben that's locked away by the fearful child I see before me every day; but for now… The only thing we need to worry about is getting out alive…
The end c: