#peterparkers-bb

Summary

You and Roger have never liked each other that much. Or at least you’d never admit that you did. But when Mary pushes you when you’ve had more than a few drinks, you do something that you may or may not regret in the morning.

Warnings: use of alcohol, mild angst, language, fluff.

Notes: i haven’t written in sooo long so please don’t hate. i used to write on wattpad like 2 years ago but school and swimming got in the way but i’m back. sorry for any mistakes. i haven’t edited it yet. love you and hope you all have a wonderful day. x

“I’m not going tonight,” I said as Mary and I browsed through clothes. Freddie was throwing a welcome home party for himself and Queen after touring. If this had been a few months ago, I definitely would have gone.

“Babe, you must! Freddie won’t have it if you don’t go. You know how he is,” she said laughing. I definitely knew how he was. I had known him since he worked at Heathrow.

“After what happened with Roger-“

“You should go anyways. He’s a dick anyways. The boys miss you.” I sighed. I missed them too but I don’t know if I could face Roger after what happened.

It was a day when the band and I had gone to the studio. We were bouncing ideas off of each other about the album they’d work on when they came back from tour. We were joking around and I had said something about adding myself to the album cover or going on tour with them.

“You can’t come on tour with us, what would people think?”

“I don’t think any of us want to hear anymore of your shit ideas.”

“If we had your face in the cover, sales would be so low that our label would drop us.”

The list went on. It had gotten to the point where I could feel the knot in your throat and the tears in your eyes. I left abruptly, excusing myself and driving home before the boys could stop you. From then on, I had distanced yourself from Roger and unfournately the other boys too. I love Deaky, Freddie, and Bri a lot. I thought about it for a little bit. I didn’t want to jeopardize my relationship with boys just because of a stupid argument with Roger.

“I just don’t know, Mary.” I browsed through the dresses hung in the store. A few looked pretty but nothing I could pull off. I kept looking before something caught my eye. It was a red satin dress that went to about mid-think with a plunging, triangular neckline.

“That is a beautiful dress, Y/N. You should wear it to the party.” I looked at Mary and laughed.

“I might go,” I said and she smiled and continued looking at the dresses in front of her. I looked back at the dress in my hands. I liked it a lot. Maybe I would go to Fred’s party. There would be quite a lot of people there so I could always escape into the crowd if Roger approached me.

“I’ll go.”

Mary squealed beside me and hugged me. I laughed a bit, hugging her back.

“You won’t regret this,” she smiled.

We finished shopping and I decided to buy the dress. When we finally got back to my flat, I tried the dress on and it was perfect. It hugged my waist nicely and the color complimented my complexion. After seeing myself in the dress, I had a surge of confidence. Any thoughts of Roger and I’s argument left my mind. I smiled to myself as I looked in the mirror.

I had paired the dress with a long-sleeve, white fur coat. It was a gift from Freddie for my birthday. I quickly did my makeup and straightened my blonde hair.

Fred, being Fred, had sent a limo to my house that Mary also rode in to the party with me. By the time we had gotten to the party, I had already had a glass of champagne from the small liquor selection in the limo.

We walked into Freddie’s house, basically a mansion, and it was insane. Many people were dressed in extravagant costumes, but I wasn’t surprised.

“Y/N!” I heard the familiar loud voice from behind me. I turned around and sure enough, it was Freddie Mercury himself.

“Mr. Mercury! You look ravishing,” I exclaimed. He laughed throwing his head back.

“Better not say that in front of Roger, darling.” I looked at him confused. Why would Roger care what I say? He obviously didn’t a few months ago.

“Why would that be?”

“He has been talking about you non-stop. Quite annoying actually. He’s obsessed, dear.” Now I was really confused. Why would Roger care about me?

“Don’t be ridiculous, Fred. That wanker doesn’t give two fucks about me.”

“I don’t know about that. I’m pretty sure he’s got his eye set on you.” I scoffed. “Sure, Fred.”

I took a sip of my drink. I had never been more confused in my life. Why would Roger talk about me so much after what happened? Surely, Fred must be joking. I was so lost in thought that I hadn’t heard the two men behind me.

“Are you deaf? We’ve been calling your name for a while now.” I turned around and saw Brian and Deaky.

“Hey! How was tour?” I asked as I hugged them both.

“Would’ve been better if we didn’t hear Roger complain about how he fucked everything up the entire time.” Brian laughed. “That doesn’t have anything to do with me, does it.”

“It actually does, Y/N. Rog is bloody in love with you, I swear,” Deaky said and shook his head. At this, I froze. What the hell.

“Say that again? I’m pretty sure I’m dreaming.” Freddie laughed. “You heard him right, dear. Look behind you.”

I turned around and there was Roger. He looked quite stunning and if I was any other girl or drunker, i probably would’ve had my hands running up in down his bear chest, where his shit was unbottoned slightly. He wore a red button up shirt convered by a black jacket and terribly, tight, flared jeans.

He didn’t look away. He just kept staring at me like he wasn’t ashamed and took a sip of the drink in his hand. I shook my head and looked away.

“I need a drink.” I said and walked to the bar. I ordered a few shots and felt my throat burn as I threw them back.

“Careful there.” I heard Roger come up behind me.

“What do you care?” I said feeling a little bit tipsy already.

“Never said I did,” he said and I scoffed and walked away. I wasn’t going to deal with him tonight.

“Y/N!” Mary came up to me. “How has it been so far? Did you see Freddie?” she asked.

“Yeah, I did. I’ve been fine.” I said and grabbed yet another drink.

“Just fine?” she asked and I nodded. She shook her head and grabbed my hand and took me toward the crowd of people dancing. “I would never do this but since you desperately need to have some fun tonight. I’ll accompany you.”

We danced for a while and laughed until we got tired and decided to take a break.We sat down on the loveseat, near to where Roger and Brian were sitting and chatting. “I just don’t get it. How could he talk about me like he misses me and then go back and say he doesn’t care about me. It doesn’t make any sense, Mary.”

“You know, Roger has always had a bad temper. Never knew how to express his feeelings in the right way. Maybe he does like you,” she said. “I just don’t get it.”

She sighed, “Why don’t you go and kiss him then? See what he does.”

“Wait, what?” I exclaimed. I definitely heard her wrong. “Go ahead. If he kisses you back, you’ll know he likes you and if he doesn’t than he’s a prick.”

“He was already a prick,” I slurred. Mary laughed and pushed me forward to where Roger was now getting up from his seat. He glanced at me quickly before looking back down. I downed the rest of my drink, feeling drunker than before. “Fuck it.”

I got up and walked towards him. He looked at me again, confused as to why I was approaching him. Suddenly, I grabbed his jacket and pulled him towards me, his lips meeting mine. It took him a while to register what was happening but then started to kiss me back.

Brian stood there confused while Mary smiled. “Well, isn’t it the happy couple! Finally realized you both want the same thing yet?” I heard Fred say but didn’t stop kissing Roger. He flipped Freddie off and then grabbed my face and put his arm around my waist to deapen the kiss.

After a few more seconds of snogging, Roger pulled away and smirked. “Oh, shut up and kiss me again you wanker.”

He laughed and pulled me back in by my neck to kiss me again. “Don’t you two need to breath?” Brian asked while he laughed. “Let them be, Bri. They’ve waited long enough for this to happen. Stubborn little shits.” Fred saïd and carried on with the party while Roger and I “caught up”.

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Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: mention of knives, violence, language, angst, mentions of car crash, mentions of sex.

Notes: i have no idea where this is going and how many parts this will be. i’m just going along with it haha. hope you like it. x

“Hey! You two, no making out in the store! Crazy kids get out of here!” a man who ressembled the manager of the store yelled. Ben didn’t respond, grabbing my hand and running out of the store with me.

Before I could even mention the kiss we shared in the store, Rami pulled up in Ben’s car and we both jumped in.

“Ben,” I called to him. “Yeah?” he said, turning around to meet me. He sounded a bit out of breathe as was I.

“What happened back there?” This was the most confused I’ve been since math class last week. Ben turned back around to face the road.

“Oh, it was just for distraction so we could rip off the place. We don’t need to do it again at the next place but the store was too open and it was too risky,” he laughed, awkwardly. I just nodded not responding.

I guess it didn’t really matter. I hadn’t realized that he kissed me just for a diversion to steal from the store. Honestly, I was a bit hurt. I wanted it to be real. I mean, it was for me. I felt something there but I guess he didn’t.

We rode silently until we reached the next store, where we stole the clothes that I needed, which was quite a lot. It definitely wasn’t my style but it would work. Sadly, there was no “distraction” needed.

We got home and things between Ben and I were awkward to say the least. Or at least I felt it was. Ben acted normal but there was no more flirting. I kind of missed it.

The night went short. Apparently Rami was getting up early in the morning and needed sleep and I couldn’t stand the awkward silence of Ben and I in the living room.

“You could take my bed if you’d like,” he said after a few minutes of being mute. “Oh no, I couldn’t,” I said. He already had given me a place to stay and gone through the trouble of getting what I needed.

“The couch is so small and uncomfortable. You’d sleep better in my bed.”

“But wouldn’t you be uncomfortable?” I asked. He was much taller than me so it couldn’t possibly be any more comfortable than I would be sleeping on the couch.

“Well, I was thinking you’d just sleep with me,” he said, scraping the back of his neck. “Okay,” I simply said and he looked up, shocked, then he smiled.

The next morning, I woke up to him spooning me, a strong arm around my waist that pulled me close to his chest. I could feel the rise and fall of his chest and his breathe tickling my neck. I turned toward the clock on the wall, deciding that I’d have to get up and get ready for school.

The clothes that Ben and Tami has picked out for me surprisingly fit me well. I wore a red, turtleneck sweater that fit tightly around my torso paired with a brown skirt and a white sweater. It was cute. Not something that I’d wear in 2019 bit cute.

After some coffee and some eggs, Ben drove us to school. Apparently Rami had gone to work 3 hours before we all got up to go to school and would meet us there.

As the day went on the awkwardness between Ben and I died down. That was until the conversation I had with some guy named Gwilym.

“You’re new right? What made you so quick to hang around grease?” he asked, his voice stained with disgust. “He seems nice.” I said, quietly. I barely knew the guy and he was already talking shit about the people I hung out with.

He laughed. “Nice? Sure, if that’s what you call someone who goes around ripping off people’s things and not mention they’re dirty dropouts.”

“They seem like fine people. They’re letting me stay okay their place so they’re beyond nice.” I was getting agitated. Rami and Ben were so generous. How could someone ever say they’re “dropouts”?

“Hey, Don’t flip your wig! Didn’t mean to hack a fox like you,” he smirked. Who the fuck did he think he was?

“Come on, baby. Why don’t we bug out after school’s out and go to the passion pit. I’ve got some rubbed in the glove compartment of my ride. Everyone would be paying attention to the movie but I don’t care if people watch. They’d just see what a hot babe I’m banging.” He smirked once more.

Stepping a bit closer to me, I backed up until my back hit the clod lockers. My breathe hitched as he put most of his weight on his arm that was next to my head, holding himself up by the lockers.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing, Lee?” Rami walked up to us, his thumb hooked around his belt loop. He looked pissed.

“None of your business, Malek.” He spat. “I think it’s my business when you make my friend uncomfortable. Why don’t you cut out and leave the poor girl alone?”

“Why would I leave a fox like her around a grungy bitch like you?” Now, Gwilym had stepped closer to Rami, his fist clenching.

“What’s going on here, Rami?” Ben came around the corner. I hadn’t moved from against the lockers, still shaken up and afraid about what was going to go down between Rami and Gwilym. Ben and I made quick eye contact and by the face he made, I could tell he noticed how uncomfortable I was.

“Gwilym was making Y/N uncomfortable. Come on, Lee just walk away,” Rami answered and Gwilym wrapped his arm around me pulling me into his body. I struggled against his grip and pushed him off of me. “Don’t touch me, asshole,” I said before knew it him in the balls.

He crouched down holding them in pain. “What the fuck, bitch!” he yelled and backhanded me. I stumbled back from the impact and Ben lunged. Rami grabbed me, holding me steadily and rubbing my arm as I held my cheek which was now red.

“Who the fuck do you think you are?” Ben basically screamed, his hand in his back pocket.

“I was trying to score that bitch but she’s too uptight. You can have her, Hardy,” Gwilym spat, a malicious smirk upon his lips.

“Talk about her like that again and I’ll beat the living shit out of you,” Ben pulled out a small, pocket knife and held it up to Gwilym’s neck.

“Jesus Gwilym. Could you really not take on the fucking greaser? You’re literally a foot taller than Hardy,” a guy with shot brown hair stepped out from around the corner.

“Why don’t we take this outside, huh boys?” he suggested. Ben kept his gaze and his knife pointed towards Gwilym as we walked towards the exit and into the parking lot of the school.

“That’s better now. Now Hardy, why don’t we put that little weapon of yours away and settle this out with something more exciting?” he suggested, raising an eyebrow.

“You mean chicken, Joe?” Rami asked and Joe nodded.

“I’m fine with that, knowing that Lee will chicken out because he won’t want to wreck his $6,000 Cadillac.” Ben chuckled and Gwilym glared.

“Unlike you Hardy, I can pay for a new one,” Ben’s smile fell as he glared at Gwilym.

“Alright, alright! Let’s do this tomorrow. We can meet you two at that backroad near I-45, okay?” Rami asked and Joe nodded, grabbing Gwilym shoulder as they walked away.

We started to walk back to Ben’s car but I was still shaken up and confused as to what chicken was.

“Ben, what’s chicken?” I asked and he looked over to me. He sighed, “Lee and I will drive towards each other until the other chickens and drives off the road, which will be Gwilym. He loves his car too much,” he said unlocking the car. Rami said a quick goodbye, saying that he’d meet us at home.

“Isn’t that dangerous?” I asked. “What? Are you worried about me?” He chuckled and I lightly smacked him. “Yes! If it’ll cost you you’re life you shouldn’t do it. I’m fine!” I said as we drove home. He rolled his eyes. “He hit you, Y/N! I’m not letting that slide. Besides, I’ll be fine.”

I didn’t say anything else and the rest of the ride him was silent after that. I felt my chest tighten up and my heart speed up at the thought of Ben getting in a car accident. I wouldn’t forgive myself if he got hurt, or worse.

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Summary

You and Roger have never liked each other that much. Or at least you’d never admit that you did. But when Mary pushes you when you’ve had more than a few drinks, you do something that you may or may not regret in the morning.

Warnings: use of alcohol, mild angst, language, fluff.

Notes: i haven’t written in sooo long so please don’t hate. i used to write on wattpad like 2 years ago but school and swimming got in the way but i’m back. love you and hope you all have a wonderful day. x

I awoke wrapped in soft, white sheets and a strong hold. Confused, I propped myself up on my elbows to see who was spooning me. Of course, just my luck, it was Roger Meddows Taylor.

“Fuck.” I whispered to myself, slumping back down on the bed. How the fuck did I let this happen? What would Roger think after all this? I payed there for a while think to myself until I felt Roger move against me. I froze and held my breath. After he shifted a little bit, his hold became stronger on me, pulling me closer.

I waited a little bit before removing his arm from around me and uncovered my self from under the sheets. I shivered a little bit as the cold air hot my nude body. Gathering my clothes, I put them on and walked out. I hugged and walked into the kitchen where Freddie stood eating a pastry.

“Darling, I’m sure there was not one person in this entire house that didn’t hear you two. I think you did it twice, actually.”

“How was he?” he asked, chuckling a bit. “He’s asleep.” I said, opening the fridge, grabbing the jug of orange juice and poured a glass. “Not that, dear. The sex! Is he really as good as he perceives to be?”

“How do you know we actually slept together and not just crashed in the same bed?” I asked him. It wasn’t likely that actually happened though.

Honestly, I was a little bummed out that I couldn’t remember any of that. I’m attracted to Roger and I’d be lying if I hadn’t thought of him sexually before. But after what had happened, the thought didn’t cross my mind until last night. What would Roger think though? Would he remember what happened? Would he go back to being the same dick that he was before or would he change? Would we become more? Thoughts raced through my mind and I hadn’t realized that someone had walked into the kitchen.

“You’re up early.” I turned around and there was Roger. He was only wearing his pants from last night and his jacket but left the shirt discarded. “Yeah,” was the only thing I said.

“I’ll leave you two to it.” Fred saïd and left the kitchen.

We stood there awkwardly for a little bit. “I don’t remember much of last night except for kissing you, after that it’s all blank.” I broke the ice and Roger smirked. “It’s too bad. From what I remember, you loved it.”

I laughed a bit before smacking him lightly on the arm. “Shut up.” He laughed. “So, you remember it?” I asked. He shrugged and took a bite of one of the pastries. “Kind of. Would’ve liked to remember all of it.” he said, truthly with his mouth full.

“Yeah, me too.” I said, without thinking. His eyes widened, now fully awake. “Really?” he asked.

“Yes, I would’ve like to remember what happened.” I said, waiting for his response. He stood there, amazed.

“Okay.” he said and kept eating. Okay? What did that mean? “What do you mean, okay?” I asked a little annoyed. He didn’t have anything else to say?

“Okay. That’s all I mean.” He scoffed. I could tell he was also getting annoyed. “You have nothing at all to say to me about that?” I asked. I hoped he would say that he wanted something more with me. Maybe a relationship. Before everything went downhill between us he was still a jerk but I kind of liked him. I don’t think that has changed. If anything my feelings for him increased.

“Nope,” he said. I sighed and looked down. I guess he did just hate me. He didn’t like me at all, especially not in the sense that I liked him.

“Fine,” I said and started to gather my things.

“Bye, Fred. Thank you for having me.” I said while hugging him. I quickly pecked him on the cheek. “You’re leaving?” he asked. I could see the confusion on his face.

“I just can’t be here right now. I can’t be around Roger,” I could feel my throat knot up again. I tried holding back my tears and stay strong but Freddie could see right through that.

“What happened? I thought you and Rog liked each other?” he sat me down on the couch and rubbed my back. I broke and let the tears fall as I sobbed into Freddie’s chest. I didn’t realize how much I really liked him.

“Apparently its all one-sided,” I cried as he hugged me.

“It’s okay. He is a wanker anyway,” I nodded. He was a wanker but that doesn’t really mean that it changes how I feel about him.

“Fred, I think I love him,” I said and looked up to Freddie. He sighed and didn’t answer. He just pulled me closer into him. We sat there for a while before I pulled away.

“I should really go now. Thank you,” I said, whipping my eyes before hugging him tightly. “Anytime, darling,” he smiled and kissed my cheek. I half-heartedly smiled at him before walking away.

As I passed the kitchen, I kept my head low and kept my arms crossed and held them tightly to my body.

“You leaving?” I heard Roger ask but I didn’t respond. I just kept my eyes glued to the ground as I fast-walked out. I couldn’t face him. I couldn’t let him see that I was breaking on the inside. I couldn’t let him know that I actually loved him.

When I got to my car, I got inside and just sat there for a while, replaying what happened last night in my head. How Mary had pushed me to kiss Roger. Him kissing me back. It was all so vivid in my mind.

I sniffled a bit before putting the keys into the ignition and starting the car.

Once I got home, I went to take a shower. I smelt of sex, alcohol and Roger. I let the water run over me for a bit longer after I had washed my body and hair. Eventually, the water turned cold and I stopped the water, wrapping a towel around myself.

I changed into comfortable clothing, deciding to just stay home today and not do anything. I was tired and still hungover from the events that took place yesterday.

As soon as I got settled on the couch, the doorbell rung. I groaned, getting up from my spot where I comfortably sat.

I opened the door and there was Roger.

“Listen, Rog, I can’t do this right now. I’m sorry,” I apologized and started to close the door before he caught it. “We need to talk,”

He opened the door and walked in. I rolled my eyes before shutting the door and turning to him.

I crossed my arms and waited for him to say something first. He sighed, “I’m sorry.”

I looked down at the ground feeling the familiar feeling in my throat again. I couldn’t cry in front of him right now.

“Did Freddie make you do this?” I asked him. He looked at me confused. “Freddie? What? No. I-“ he paused for a moment, sighing. “I came here to talk about what happened. And all I want to say is, I had a good time with you last night. I actually had some fun. I’m sorry if I hurt you, I’m just hungover and afraid of what you’ll say when you find out about how I feel.”

I looked up at him confused. “What do you mean?”

“I like you. A lot, actually. I’m sorry for what I said before tour and I’m sorry for what I said this morning. I should have just told you then and there,” he said. It looked like he was being genuine and honest. I sighed.

“It’s fine and...” I paused for a moment and then said, “I like you too. A lot.” He smiled at me. “Really?” he asked. He looked surprised.

“Really,” I laughed as he took a few steps closer to me. I stopped laughing and he smiled. “Can I-“ I cut him off before he could say anything else. I took his face gently and kissed him. He smiled into the kiss which made me laugh a bit.

We pulled away laughing. “So I take that as a yes then?” he asked and I nodded. He grabbed the back of my head pulling me towards him again to kiss me.

“What to recreate what happened last night?” I laughed and nodded before he kissed me again.

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Summary

Due to Shenanigans, you have been sent back in time to the 1960s. You find yourself in a high school. You also find someone very intriguing but he’s unrestrained.

Warnings: stealing/robbing, language, PDA

Notes: still don’t know where i’m going with this. i didn’t think it was gonna be a series but i guess it is lol. thank u sm for reading. i hope you all have a wonderful day! x

The school day was finally over and I had also come to the conclusion that I was not dreaming. Some how, I was in 1969.

“Y/N!” I turned around to see Ben jogging towards me. “I was wondering if I could get your digits? You know, so I can show you around some time or help you get settled?” I could tell he was just trying to make some excuse to get my number but I found it kind of cute.

I started to tell him my number when I realized they didn’t have cell phones in 1969. Nor did I have a place to stay. I had no money at all except for $3 in my pocket from earlier when I was still in 2019 after getting a coffee.

“I actually don’t have a phone. I’m hoping to find a motel considering I don’t have much money,” I was fucked.

“You could probably stay with Rami and I,” he said, smiling. “Rami?” Who was Rami?

“He’s been my best friend since we were in middle school. We both moved from our parents house and bought our own pad. You’re welcome to stay with us,” he offered.

“Oh, I couldn’t,” I didn’t want to intrude. “I insist.”

“Thank you.” I said, quietly. This was all too much to handle. He smiled at me which eased my nerves a bit. “No sweat.”

We walked to his car silently to his car, a 1964 Ford Mustang in black, which matched his greaser look. It was beautiful but then again, I guess now was a regular old car.

Driving to Ben’s was awkward, considering we had only met today and he was already inviting me over. “Music?” Ben asked and I nodded in response. He messed with the radio a bit until Sympathy for Devil rang through our ears. He turned the volume up till it was blasting through the car. I laughed and looked to him as he smiled and sang along.

He kind of made me forget the situation I was in. He made me forget that I had literally time traveled 50 years into the past, had no money and was clueless to the societal norms of this time except for what I remembered from Grease, Breakfast at Tiffany’s, West Side Story, and My Fair Lady. Not to mention, those could possibly be inaccurate representations of this time period.

All that was swimming though my mind, at the moment, was Ben and the song blasting through our ears as we sang along and laughed. It was almost like a stress-reliever. I didn’t think about where or when I was, how I was going to get home or how I would be able to survive.

When we pulled up to the apartment, I got out of the car as Ben grabbed his backpack from the back of the car.

“We should probably get you the school supplies you need,” he said, unlocking the door to his place.

We walked and I sighed, “I would but I only have $3 with me. There’s no way I could ever get all the things I need.”

“I think I know how to get you everything you need,” he said, plopping down on the couch. “What do you mean?” I asked, confused for what seemed like the 1,000,000th time today. “You’ll see what I mean,” he said, taking the phone on the table dialing a number.

“Rami, you’ll be home soon right? I brought home a fox,” Ben said, winking towards me. I had no idea what fox meant but I blushed anyways. “We need to rip off a store to get some supplies.”

Rip off? Like shopping?

“Great! Now, cut out and get your ass here. Thanks, mate.” He put the phone down and looked to me. “All that sound solid?” he asked. I just nodded. I had no idea what he was talking about.

“We should probably get you some clothes too. I’ve never seen anything that style of clothing before,” he said eyeing my outfit. I had on a knit sweater, oversized sweater and black nike shorts. They never wore this kind of stuff in the 60s so it was understandable.

“Okay. Thank you for all this by the way. I’ll find a way to pay you back,” I said. This was really nice of him to do all this for me. No one back home, that I knew or just met would let me stay with them, buy clothes for me, and buy supplies for me.

“No sweat, babe,” he said and smiled once again. I blushed and looked down. I don’t know why I was acting like this. I mean he was attractive but I barely knew him.

Rami arrived about 30 minutes later than he said he would and it was a problem, according to Ben.

“I can’t believe he’s late! He knows this stuff is important when we rip off shit,” he huffed. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon,” I said quietly.

“This is shit!” he exclaimed as the clock ticked to 4:30. This time I stayed silent. Suddenly, Rami bursted through the door. “I’m home,” he exclaimed. “Fucking finally, you flake!” Ben yelled from the kitchen. “Don’t flip your wig. I had to finish up some shit. I’m the one working from 7 to 3, 4 days a week unlike you, who didn’t even work today!” Rami yelled back.”

“I had to welcome Y/N to our pad,” Ben smirked at you. Dani turned to me and his mood turned from anger to happy. He extended his hand for me to shake and introduced himself, “Rami, so sorry about him, love.” I smiled back to him, “Oh, it hasn’t been that bad. I’m Y/N.” We shook hands before Rami turned to Ben.

“You ready?” he asked and Ben nodded. We piled into Ben’s car and drove to the mall. Ben grabbed a big, black backpack and slung it on his shoulder. It was empty so I wasn’t sure why he was taking it in with us.

We arrived to the first store and went to one of the back aisles. Ben started putting a lot of the supplies in his backpack. “Wait, what are you doing?” I whispered yelled.

“We don’t have the scratch and neither do you. This is the only way,” Ben said packing the bag with multiple pens.

I had no idea what the fuck was going on but I went with it. Rami took the backpack off Ben and started to walk out as Ben grabbed my hand and pulled to one of the aisles that was more public. When we got there, he grabbed my face and pulled me in to kiss me.