Ok, this is a sort of one-shot/im-not-really-sure-what-im-doing/fanfic thingy.
Not really sure what to classify it as, so I put it as Sherlock.:3
Small droplets of reality splashed in my vision as I started to wake up to the sound of my alarm clock flooding the room.
My dream faded and my eyes flickered open. Right, what time is it? 7:00am. 3 hrs to get ready. Was that enough? Uh, nope, thinking hurts. The light blue dress I was supposed to wear hung in my wardrobe, unfocused, and I blinked to clear my sight, which didn't work. I attempted to stand, and nearly toppled to the floor with exhaustion. Dammit, should never have stayed up so late last night. My head swam as I moved to hobble down the stairs.
Since when were there so many stairs? Nearly falling, I braced myself against the wall with one hand.
Great, coffee hangover. Just what I needed for today. Today of all days.
Why had staying up so late seemed like such a good idea last night? Can't rea- wait, is that someone knocking at the door? Who would visit me?
Shuffling more than walking down the stairs, I approached the door, and managed to open it, even though I still couldn't see straight.
The bright morning sun blinded me temporarily, and I couldn't really recognise who was standing at my doorstep. I could tell he was strangely familiar, but being still on a coffee hangover, I was oblivious and a bit out of it. He had browny-gingery curly hair and his eyes were greeny-blu- wait, I'm not even sure what colour they were.
"Umm, hey," The stranger began, "Look I was wondering if I could borrow your phone to call up some mechanic help. My car broke down over there," he gestured down the street, "and I don't have my mobile on me, if that's ok?" he smiled at me, a smile I had seen so many times before, yet I still couldn't seem to place it.
"Uhh, yeah sure, come in." I stifled a yawn as I opened the door to let him inside, "I'm Sam, sorry about the mess, and me, I only just woke up," the good-looking stranger laughed, and I felt a few butterflies tremble about in my stomach
"I'm Ben, hope I didn't wake you!" he said,
I laughed, "Nah, I have a wedding to go to today, my best friend's. I'm one of the bridesmaids," he nodded and followed me inside.
"Coffee?" I asked him, not sure what to say or do, never been good with social situations. "Yeah, umm, black, 2 sugars." He answered.
It was as if that sentence sparked something, because I suddenly realised who was standing in my living room.
Ben, short for Benedict Cumberbatch.
I turned to face him, and all the exhaustion and weariness from this morning faded away, and the coffee cup I was holding, fell to the floor with a smash.
Benedict flicked his head in my direction, a look of surprise across his face.
"It's you…" I whispered, "ohmigawsh you are standing in my living room."
"Oh, you've heard of me, then. I sort of guessed you had, I recognized myself on your desktop background," He laughed, and gestured towards my laptop sitting on the countertop and I blushed, still in shock. "Fan of Sherlock?" he asked, and for a moment I couldn't speak, drowning in the awesomeness of his voice.
"Umm, ye-yeah, it's fantastic!" I stammered, but was slightly impressed with myself about being able to speak at all. My morning had all of a sudden become terrific.
I continued to make coffee, careful to avoid the shards of broken cup on the ground, and listened to Benedict speak about the next season of Sherlock, and when it was coming out. I wasn't entirely sure what he was saying, I couldn't focus when I was trying to make the coffee as well as I could.
Finally, I was able to complete such a simple task of coffee-making and I handed him his cup of coffee, black, and two sugars. Setting my cup on the bench, I reached over to grab my phone off the other end of the table, and as I opened it up, I realised I now had only barely enough time to get ready for the wedding in 2.5 hours. I sighed and passed my phone to Benedict.
"Here, knock yourself out!" I smiled at him, and he smiled back. Instantly I felt butterflies attack the insides of my stomach again.
After a quick call to the nearest mechanic, he handed my phone back to me, and an idea sparked at the corner of my mind.
"Can I have your signature, you know, because… ummm,-" I was interrupted.
"Because you're a big fan?" Benedict laughed, "Sure!"
I handed him a Sharpie and went upstairs to unpin a poster from my bedroom. I handed it to him and put the coffee cups on the sink while he signed his name on my favourite poster.
As I came back, he rolled it up and handed it to me before checking his watch,
"Oh! Right, well the mechanic should be here by now and I really have to go! I have a wedding to go to an-"
"Wait! Alex Smith and Phil Lester's Wedding?" I interrupted
"Yeah, wait, you said before you were going to one, are we going to the same wedding?" Benedict flashed a hopeful smile at me, and again I was swamped by butterflies.
"Wow! Yeah, well that was coincidental, you know Phil?" I carefully said, not letting my excitement show too much.
"Yeah, one of my high school mates. Umm, do you want a lift? I'm sure I could wait, if you want…" he trailed off, obviously a bit shy, and I nearly fainted right there.
"I would love to! But I have an arranged chauffeur to come pick me up, sorry…" I immediately regretted not jumping at the chance, but I had already arranged everything beforehand, I checked my watch, only 2 hours left, and I was being picked up in 50 minutes.
I walked him to the door, where only less than an hour ago I had been oblivious.
"Oh, well at least I'll see you there though! Sorry, gotta dash, I have to pick up a few things beforehand. See you there!" He said with a wave and I watched him walk down the street to his car, and he turned to give me a final wave. I blushed and waved back.
Shutting the door, I leant against it and slid down it 'til I was sitting on the floor. I unravelled the poster, and read what he had written. Not only was there a signature, but his mobile number and his address, with 'In bad need of a pen-pal! :)" scrawled underneath in his loopy handwriting. I nearly squealed right then and there. But then I realised I had only 45 minutes to get ready. Thinking quickly, I dashed up the stairs, I couldn't be late for this.
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I scanned my eyes down the rows of people at the wedding. When a familiar pair of eyes caught my gaze. Benedict smiled at me, and I blushed and found something very interesting to look at in my shoes.
I could still feel his gaze on me and I had to fight the urge to look up at him. This wasn't a time to be staring at Benedict.
After the wedding, there was food and I caught up with Benedict again, he offered me a cup of coffee. I laughed and took it; I really did feel like coffee. Coffee was good.
No words were spoken, just a friendly silence settled between us as we looked at the large conglomeration of people. People talking with each other, people laughing, people congratulating Alex and Phil. Too many people.
Just when I thought that I was getting used to it, the throwing of the bouquet was announced. I never really thought much of this tradition, but this time, I stood in the crowd, and caught it.
I smiled at Benedict, and he smiled back.
Maybe the tradition wasn't so bad after all.
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