benelmanā:
Rolling his eyes at the playful words out of Everettās mouth, Ben slid his hands out of the pockets of his jeans.Ā āYouāre the one who told me to visit, and I said I would. You callinā me a liar, Heartland?ā he teased in response, raising an eyebrow. He was still in the white t-shirt he wore under his work button-down, but heād abandoned his uniform top for his denim coat, well-worn after who knows how many years.Ā
āIām not the kind to go back on my word. When I say Iām doing something, itāsĀ ācause Iām doing it. What would you have done if I was leading you on, anyways?ā That was a joke, all lighthearted.Ā āBut the hayrides are going well this year, it seems. So congrats for that.ā Everett was one of the few people in town who wasnāt shorter than Ben, so he could keep his eyes on Evās face as he spoke, not having to crane his neck.Ā āIām glad things are going well around here.ā
āIām not calling you a liar. Just thought you where standing me upā watching as he stepped closer, before stopping right in front of him.Ā Their matched height, made it easy for him to meet his gaze.Ā āWouldnāt be surprised if you had changed your mind last minute, and just had me standing out here like a damn foolā shrugging easily. He offers him a faked pout,Ā āJust sit out here all by myself. How would you feel about that?āĀ He looks past the other for a moment, looking towards the crowds of people who where all lined up for the hayrides for the evening,Ā āDid you want to go for a ride? Or you know, better yet, steal one with me?ā smirk reappearing on his lips.Ā He had been there done that before, still didnāt know what happened to that tractor. If his cousins knew he was out here suggesting this again. Heād get his his ass handed to him. Didnāt stop him though,Ā āDo you want to?ā looking back at him, as he gently squeezed his shoulder before turning to face the crowds of people with the other.Ā















