We're Just Living Reckless (Ben Bruce Fan Fiction)

Take Me On A Journey

"I don't belive you." I stuck my tongue out.

Ben and I had went on a date to see a film and now we sat in the mall eating. Well more like talking about us and bickering over who was better, in his opinion Guns 'N Roses and in mine The Cure.

"Come on you have to admit it. They have hits. What is The Cure famous for?"

"Whatever! I sooooo see why my dad said you have no taste in music. It's true."

"Oh we're playing that are we?" He leaned back in his chair with his eyebrows up.

"Yep and looks like I'm win-," I stopped talking and bit my lip. I smirked. "My sisters over there on a date herself."

"Really? Want to crash it?" Ben ate off my plate.

"What? No."I smiled at him and cut my eyes at her. She was with some guy with dark hair and killer dimples.

"I'm going to mess with them."

"What?"I sipped his drink and laughed.

"Just watch."He stood and walked toward them and another table. He stopped and pointed at them humping air. I choked on my drink and looked away. He mimicked them and acted over dramatic. I smiled and Emily and her friend stopped smiling and looked back. As if on que Ben walked away pulling his beanie on his head to cover a little more of his hair.

He came back around and sat back with me.

"Your so terrible."

He winked and sighed. "Come on, Let's go."He pulled my hand and we left.

"We'll be parents this time next year."Ben had me in his lap as we sant on the slide in the park.

"I know. Scary right?"

"A little."

I rubbed his hands. "But, not really."

"Why's that?" He smirked.

"We're here together still. We got over everything we could get over..."

"Except your mum."

"Fuck her. But, we've been through a alot and it's so odd cos I never thought it would be like this."

"Same here. I thought I'd have a hot model for a girlfriend."

I sighed."And I thought I'd have someone a little less horny as a boyfriend."

We laughed and I noticed someone walking towards us. I was about to stand when Ben pulled me back a little so we were in the shadow on the slide.

"If my parents knew about this, they would kill me."

"But, they don't do they?"

There was silence and I realized that drunken slur was from my own sister. Why the fuck is she here? Was she drunk?

I moved out of Bens arms but, he held me. "Let go!" I whipered.

"No. Let's just leave."

"She's my fucking sister." I yelled back.

I got out and he held my leg dragging us both down the slide.

He landed first on his ass and I fell next. "Happy?" I looked down at him.

He shrugged. "Your clothes are still on so not really."

I rolled my eyes and stood walking toward her and the guy from earlier on a bench, clearly not noticing us. By the looks of it they were playing a fine game of tongue war with a wine bottle hanging out his hand.