Want. Take. Have.

Yeah, you do.

Couple broken windows and shit, bunch of my blood on the carpets. Not too bad.

Good question. 

And shitty answer.

Why do I feel like I missed something big?

So...

And what has brought on such drastic measures?

{She blushed slightly.} How don’t you have girls doting after you already?

No, ma'am,

Christmas.

You know, you say things that make you seem like a prince straight out of a fairytale.

I'm not, but I guess that works - you most certainly look like a princess.

Fun fact about Christmas;

The people in this town are so stupid. I swear, some of them might even be dumber than you.

She was still humming when she heard the knock at the door. Her face brightened as she checked herself one last time before she got up, putting the final pin in her hair. She knew it was ridiculous getting so flustered over something so simple but she couldn’t help herself. After not having any dates after getting out of a bad relationship with an even worse break up, this sort of thing was refreshing. Walking towards the door she threw a look at Lavender before composing herself and opening the door. 

"Just like you," Ben said softly, wondering as he did just how utterly stupid someone had to be to fall for a line like that. Honestly. He smiled at her, tucking one rose behind her ear just like he had on the night of the ball and offered her the rest. He noticed as she did so that she really was quite beautiful: the brightness of her eyes, how her hair curled around and framed her face, sweet quality on that set her apart from Lavender, and how her whole face lit up when she smiled...

Christmas is coming!!

I'm sure just your smile would be enough of a present for anyone.

Doesn't really sound like this is your home. Fuckin' brit.

Damn,

Indeed it is, Finn! It probably just seems strange to you 'cause you spent about half the fucking year being unconscious.

Teenage Dream || Ben & Sage

Swagger was really the only word that could describe the manner in which Ben walked from his car to Sage's home. He hadn't needed to ask for her address- he was no stranger to this house, though he usually went in through Lavender's window rather than the front door. Remembering the goddamn rosebush under Lavender's window that he'd fallen into on occasion, he walked round the house to pick a few roses for Sage.