From Beacon Hills, CA. I've tried a lot of things and lived in a lot of places. Archery, history and gymnastics are some of my hobbies, but I'm always ready to try something new.
[ Ben scoffs, as if greatly injured by her mockery, but a grin shortly follows. if it dims, the difference is slight and he hopes it isn't enough for her to notice. she says it almost like she's taking it for granted ( or maybe that's his biased hearing ) because she doesn't know how lucky she is to have someone from home here with her. but, Ben thinks, he'd probably do the same the instant his brothers were here and they were around to argue with him daily. ]
Believe me when I tell you that you have the better of the two deals. [ he's not envious of her, per se, but there is a pang. ] The quiet isn't everything it's cracked up to be. [ nope, not a good note to leave that sentence on. ] And I bet your neighbors don't watch Fantasia every night at two AM.
[ he keeps daydreaming about a normal life where Lexi locks herself in the bathroom for hours and Matt and Hal bang on the door, irritated, bickering as siblings do. Anne and Tom sitting somewhere in the living room, rolling their eyes to the heavens, having kissed silence and lecturing their children on being kind to each other behind. it sounds awful but it makes him smile fondly.
which is neither here or there when Allison sits down beside him, pulling him out of reflection and straight into hyperfocusing on how close she is to him. ]
Oh, in that case, I hope you brought eighty bucks with you. [ ..god, the T-Rex is going to win. ]
[ she doesn't necessarily relate the scoff to her taking her living arrangement for granted, at first. if anything, she just thinks he's reacting to her teasing. it's not until he mentions how much better off she is that it connects for her, bringing her eyes back over to watch him. she feels bad, sorry, for having mentioned it in the first place - and even when he kind of shrugs it off with that last comment, there's a moment where she's left wanting to help.
( which is a selfish enough notion in itself. she can't bring his family or friends here for him. she can't replace them either. no matter how much she might want to spend time with him, she's never going to be that for him, and something small and hidden inside of her hurts for it. ) ]
No, our neighbors are a little bit more the sleeping type. [ she watches him move over to the couch and she watches him shift his focus and she still can't really shake that feeling. but as time passes, it does end up shifting a little. brings her to the couch with a soft smile and settling in next to him. it has her noticing how he gets a little tense and after a moment, has her sliding just a bit closer, just enough that her thigh is pressed against his and her shoulder is leaning against his arm.
he can easily slide away from her if she wants to. she won't call him out on it, or really follow. she's just...testing the water. ]
Don't worry about me. My money is in the right place. [ and then she smirks at him again, easy and light, as her attention turns back to the tv. ] I hope you have eighty bucks on hand, too.
[ she has nothing to be sorry for. he doesn't resent her for having people that mean something to her. he's happy for her. there's nothing for her to fix that he hasn't already considered as a solution for himself. he's putting himself out there and something good has to come out of it. he might not see his family again for a long time but that doesn't mean he has to remain lonely in an empty apartment while he waits to return to them. there's more to life than family, isn't there?
there's experiencing everything he never had the time for without feeling like he has to push it away and avoid it because there's no time for slowing down, for wanting a normal life.
Ben doesn't leap away from her like a startled rabbit. she makes his heart beat faster, makes his breathing something he has to focus on for five seconds or so, but she doesn't scare him. quite the opposite actually. he chooses to fish in his pocket to empty its contents rather than draping his arm around her like he wants. ]
I've got thirty-five dollars, some pocket lint...and a stick of gum that has seen better days.
[ he tosses it on the coffee table with a shrug. ]
[ no, he definitely doesn't have to remain lonely. if anything, allison attaches onto that idea - he's basically, in simple terms, a new kid in class. he doesn't have that base of family, or friends, and she knows how the feels. knows just how important it is, how much of a difference it makes, to have someone put forth a little effort for you.
if she hadn't decided before then, it was officially done. ben isn't going to be someone she lets sit alone in this overly clean apartment. not if she can help it.
allison waits for him to do something. put his arm around her, tense up, pull away - anything at all. when he goes with that middle option, and not in the negative way, she can't help but smile.
( it reminds her so much, so so much, if scott. in that place in the back of her head that she doesn't acknowledge, the place that hurts too much for her to really accept, that misses more than anything else, she thinks of him. of how similar this is. of how ben makes her happy, and comfortable, and think of a time when this was all she had to worry about. all she needed to worry about. she feels a little like laughing, despite how out of place it might be, but decides not to. decides to ignore the feeling and go back to here. now. )
when he leans forward to set the money and gum on the table, allison watches, thinks. then it's her turn to reach in her pocket, so set its contents down on the table next to his. ]
Thirty-seven dollars, a phone, and a receipt from yesterday. [ she pauses, then grins as she turns back to look at him. ] So to make up the difference, loser takes the other out for lunch tomorrow. Maybe a movie or something after. I win, you pay for it. You win, and I will.
[ she's leaning forward slightly, so he doesn't have to worry about the placement of his arm- challenge bright in her eyes. ]
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Believe me when I tell you that you have the better of the two deals. [ he's not envious of her, per se, but there is a pang. ] The quiet isn't everything it's cracked up to be. [ nope, not a good note to leave that sentence on. ] And I bet your neighbors don't watch Fantasia every night at two AM.
[ he keeps daydreaming about a normal life where Lexi locks herself in the bathroom for hours and Matt and Hal bang on the door, irritated, bickering as siblings do. Anne and Tom sitting somewhere in the living room, rolling their eyes to the heavens, having kissed silence and lecturing their children on being kind to each other behind. it sounds awful but it makes him smile fondly.
which is neither here or there when Allison sits down beside him, pulling him out of reflection and straight into hyperfocusing on how close she is to him. ]
Oh, in that case, I hope you brought eighty bucks with you. [ ..god, the T-Rex is going to win. ]
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( which is a selfish enough notion in itself. she can't bring his family or friends here for him. she can't replace them either. no matter how much she might want to spend time with him, she's never going to be that for him, and something small and hidden inside of her hurts for it. ) ]
No, our neighbors are a little bit more the sleeping type. [ she watches him move over to the couch and she watches him shift his focus and she still can't really shake that feeling. but as time passes, it does end up shifting a little. brings her to the couch with a soft smile and settling in next to him. it has her noticing how he gets a little tense and after a moment, has her sliding just a bit closer, just enough that her thigh is pressed against his and her shoulder is leaning against his arm.
he can easily slide away from her if she wants to. she won't call him out on it, or really follow. she's just...testing the water. ]
Don't worry about me. My money is in the right place. [ and then she smirks at him again, easy and light, as her attention turns back to the tv. ] I hope you have eighty bucks on hand, too.
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there's experiencing everything he never had the time for without feeling like he has to push it away and avoid it because there's no time for slowing down, for wanting a normal life.
Ben doesn't leap away from her like a startled rabbit. she makes his heart beat faster, makes his breathing something he has to focus on for five seconds or so, but she doesn't scare him. quite the opposite actually. he chooses to fish in his pocket to empty its contents rather than draping his arm around her like he wants. ]
I've got thirty-five dollars, some pocket lint...and a stick of gum that has seen better days.
[ he tosses it on the coffee table with a shrug. ]
What's the bartering system like these days?
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if she hadn't decided before then, it was officially done. ben isn't going to be someone she lets sit alone in this overly clean apartment. not if she can help it.
allison waits for him to do something. put his arm around her, tense up, pull away - anything at all. when he goes with that middle option, and not in the negative way, she can't help but smile.
( it reminds her so much, so so much, if scott. in that place in the back of her head that she doesn't acknowledge, the place that hurts too much for her to really accept, that misses more than anything else, she thinks of him. of how similar this is. of how ben makes her happy, and comfortable, and think of a time when this was all she had to worry about. all she needed to worry about. she feels a little like laughing, despite how out of place it might be, but decides not to. decides to ignore the feeling and go back to here. now. )
when he leans forward to set the money and gum on the table, allison watches, thinks. then it's her turn to reach in her pocket, so set its contents down on the table next to his. ]
Thirty-seven dollars, a phone, and a receipt from yesterday. [ she pauses, then grins as she turns back to look at him. ] So to make up the difference, loser takes the other out for lunch tomorrow. Maybe a movie or something after. I win, you pay for it. You win, and I will.
[ she's leaning forward slightly, so he doesn't have to worry about the placement of his arm- challenge bright in her eyes. ]
Deal?