Crazy Crazy [two] Million

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    Dleanye stood there, eyes wide and fingers gripping the chilled bottle of lemonade until her knuckles burned white. She bit her lip lightly, looking away briefly when she realized he probably wasn’t going to elt her in. However, then he was speaking and her eyes moved back up to his. The brunette blushed softly, then slipped inside with inly the softest giggle wscaping since she wasn’t exacrly sure how to take his words. She felt so awkward already.


    She set the two glasses down on a table and opened the bottle, pouring them each a glass full. She looked over at him at his words and she smiled slightly. “It was definitely our thing. It got to the point where I didn’t even have to ask anymore...” she mumbled softly, picking up both glasses and reaching out to offer him one. “Here.”

    Bennett opened his mouth to argue with her again, to tell her that, no, he only ever got them for her because she was always so happy when she had the stupid drink. But then he saw her face and he saw the nervous little smile there and he closed his mouth again, instead giving a soft little smile and nodding. “Of course. Thank you.” He whispered softly, taking the glass from her and taking a small sip before looking at her, not even amazed anymore that she could look so beautiful just sitting on his messy bed in his messy room. He wasn’t pretty sure she’d look beautiful anywhere.


    “How have you been?” He asked after a moment, unable to keep from smiling at just how uncomfortable the question sounded. He used to kiss her- at least sometimes- and tease her and taunt her and hold her deepest trust, and now he felt like he barely knew her. “You know, since I switched over to Leander’s group? And how’s the inside of the house? I haven’t seen it for weeks...” he breathed at the end, smiling as he thought of everything they had worked on together. “The rooms have to be almost done, right? I mean, we painted them together, so that was ages ago. And we delivered the bedframes about a week ago...” he continued, looking at her at the end, his smile doubling in size when he realized she was ask finally smiling too.

    Delaney smiled at the simple question, though her heart lepaed when he asked. She listened to him, her ryes shimmering as he spoke of yhe project as well, glad to hear he was involved and excited as usual. She looked up at him, sipping her lemonade until he stopped and let her speak. “Yeah, the inside looks great,” she hummed softly, then bit her lip to hide a massive grin. “We should go. Do you want to come see it? Right now?” she asked, eager to show him.

    “Ri- Right now?” Bennett asked, his vice dazed at the start as he looked at her, a little confused by how quickly she shifted gears, but then he realized that they were doing something together, actually together, that she wasn’t avoiding him, and he practically threw his cup down and laughed. “Yes. Yes! I’ve been dying to see it! Show me! Lets go!” he cheered, grabbing a light hoodie as he ran from the room, only stopping at the door when he remembered that he wanted her to lead the way so that she could show him everything she was so proud about. “I want to see it all."

    Delaney beamed, then bit her lip. She realized what was going on and she hesitated slightly, praying she could be alone with him without making everything awkward. She took a deep breath, then smiled when he thrned back around and spoke. She nodded, then walked out of his room, briefly giving his arm a tug.


    “I’ll drive,” she murmured softly. She tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, then headed out to the parking lot. “You’re not even going to recognize the place. It’s incredible...” she murmured, smiling as she opened the door to the rusted, old truck.

    “I wish I could have been on site for the last week. God. I can’t imagine what you guys must have done…” he muttered with a genuine wishfulness in his voice that made even him pause for a moment, because he, Bennett Pierce, wanted to work on a housing project. As a volunteer. On a house that would be sold for no profit. He sat there for a second, considering, before he just broke into a small smile and leaned back against the chair of her crappy old truck that he loved so much and nodded to himself, because, yeah, that was right. He liked what he was doing. He liked helping people. And though she definitely wasn’t a bad part of being there, he wasn’t doing it all for Delaney, either.


    I guess that’s some character growth… he thought with a snort, remembering how f*Cking angry he’d been when he first got there. He looked over at her after a second, about to tell her, before he saw the way she was grabbing the steering wheel until her knuckles were flushed paper white, and she looked like she just sat on something really, really uncomfortable. He paused for a moment, confused by her reaction, before realizing what he’d said and frowning. “But I know why I wasn’t there. Trust me, it was better that Leander kept me picking up pants and stuff. I just wanted… I just wanted you to be comfortable. And if it took me never seeing the house again for that to happen, than I’d do it. I’m not blaming this on you.” he clarified softly, looking at her for one more moment before shuffling forward in his chair, eager to see the house the moment it came into view. “I can’t wait..>” he finished softly, already starting to recognize the scenery as they grew closer.

    Delaney listened to his words, her heart pounding in her chest from sheet nervousness. She bit at her lip, then looked over at him briefly. “I missed you...” she breathed after a moment, then floored it so they coukd reach the sute sooner and she wouldn’t say any other embarassing sentiments. She parked, then quickly unbuckled and scampered out of the car, grinning up at the house she’d help build.


    “We still have work to do, you know. Y-You coukd come back...” she murmured softly, glancing over at him. “We could use your height. I’m the next tallest person on site and I’m tiny. And ladders are heavy...” she grumbled softly, glancing down at her shins that were slight bruised from climbing the ladder and hitting each rung.


    ooc: soooooo are these two gonna like make out? I was thinking she sort id just goes crazy and kind of starts to fuss and she’s mad and upset and then BAM they like kiss and she tells him how much she missed him and that she hate shim but also loves him and she’s all cnfused and AHH. Thoughts? :-)

    Bennett just nodded at her words because, honestly, he hadn’t really been paying attention since the second the car pulled into the lot. He leaned forward in his seat until his face was practically smashed against her grimy window, trying to see every last inch of the building, giving a little whistle after a moment. “Holy sh*t. This place... this looks so different... This is amazing.” He breathed after a second, slipping out of the car once she parked and moving to stand so he could see the entire building. “This looks professionally made. Like, something someone would pay a ton of money for. You’re... You’re amazing.” He breathed, turning to look at her at the end, blushing when he realized what he said.


    “I mean the project. Collective you. The project is amazing.” He stuttered after a moment of just staring at her, but then he realized how that sounded and he groaned again. “Not that... not that you’re not amazing. Because you are. I don’t think I told you that enough when we were... well, whatever we were. But you’re amazing. I’m always so impressed by you. Impressed and proud, even though I know I have no reason to be proud. Like, I have no claim to you that would allow me to be proud. Yes, I’d love to come back to the project.” He finished weakly after a moment, forcing himself not to throw his head into her nicely finished building because, at the moment, that sounded like he best option. “I understand if you don’t want me after all of... that...” He finished, giving a little gesture of his hand to motion to the general word vomit that had just escaped him. Even though he was a trained, professional actor and the habit had been drilled out of him since he was seven. But, no. She just made him that nervous.

    Delaney stared up at him, abit amused by the yammering. She nodded after a moment though, then walked over to the door. “We could really yse you, Bennett...” she murmured. With that, she shot him a soft, nervous smile and bumped the door open with her rump. She gestured inside with a smile, lifting an eyebrow at him. “Want to check out inside? There isn’t much furniture yet, but we put the bedframes together and we’re starting to work on the wallpaper...”

    OOC: not that I don’t love this but I know we have a plan and I just kinda don’t know exactly where you want me to take this so they get into their little argument and totally make-up make-out. What is your vision here? I'll play whatever you want, I just want to make sure I'm going in the right direction.

    I was thinking after a little while she sort of asks why he did it and then she gets really mad and sort of shoves him around a little and then make-out and confusion???


    or idk. You wanna do something else?

    noooo I like that! I just didn’t know exactly what was happening. I’m just gunna skip a tiny bit because I feel like them just touring the house isn’t all that interesting.

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    Bennett took a deep breath and then ran his hand through his hair, pushing the long blonde strands back for a moment before resting his arms against the step behind him and shaking his head. “I can’t… I mean, wow. You did all that? Really? It’s only been, like… two weeks since things happened?” he said, wincing a little bit at the end as he tried to figure out how to mention it without ruining the rapport they’d built up, because honestly, he had missed it so much. So, so, so much. He missed everything about her.


    “I can’t believe you’ve got so much done. I mean, I can, because it’s you, and you can literally do anything you set your mind to. Even if you have to do it all by yourself. I think that’s the reason why I started to like you so much. You’re so independent. Nobody in Hollywood is like that…” he murmured, looking at her with a cheeky little grin, because after taking the tour around the house with her, he was finally starting to relax. He was finally letting old Bennett out again, to joke around, to flirt a little bit, to see if maybe she wanted to try again. Maybe she didn’t hate him as much as she thought. She’s laughed at some of my jokes. That has to be good, right?

    ooc: okay!! Just wanna make aure you didn’t have anytbing saucy/dun/amazing/crazy to add :-)


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    Delaney beamed proudly and nodded to the tile flooring of the bathroom that she was showing him. She looked up at him when he mentioned the “things” her smile faltering for the millionth time that day. She was trying her hardest to let the incident go to forgive him, but he kept mentioning it. And each thme ge mentioned it, the hatred for that tall, long-legged, beautiful model if a Hollywood-skank grew more and more.


    She looked up at him as he finished his little speech, then crossed her arms over her chest. She just had to know. She couldn’t go on oretending like it didn’t happen. Delaney gave a huff and rolled her ryes ever so slightly when he mentioned Hollywood. She then leaned back against the doorframe and looked up at him with stormy eyes. Her green orbs swirled with anger, sadness, uncertainty, and a slight twinkle if forgiveness aching to come through.


    “Then why did you do it, Bennett?” she asked. Her voice was deathly calm and almost sinister. “Was I too independent? You needed to find you a different girl who would definitely let you f*ck her on the first date? Is that what it was about?” she asked, sort of wailing now.

    Bennett raised an eyebrow when he saw Delaney stand up, a little confused by the motion. He quickly ran through everything he’d just said in his head- he didn’t think he said anything that bad, so she couldn’t be leaving him- and he just looked at her, opening his mouth to say something, but then she was answering his question and he gave a tiny little sigh. He knew this was coming, though, and honestly, he was pretty relieved she was finally talking about it. It had been hanging over their conversation the whole time. He knew she hadn’t forgotten about it, clearly. It’s not like he had, either.


    It was her words, though, that surprised him. At her first accusation, that insult to herself, Bennett shook his head aggressively, opening his mouth to protest, just continuing to shake his head throughout her entire little rant, only topping at the end, wanting to reach out and touch her but knowing that would make it all worse. He looked at her, his heart breaking when he heard her distress, because sure he knew that he’d hurt her, but actually seeing her break down was so much worse, and watching her eyes flicker between pain and anger and insecurity, as if it were somehow her fault, was killing him on the inside. Because how could she ever think that any of the bad decisions he made were her fault?


    “No. No. No, no, NO. No. None of this… No. You’re perfect. You are absolutely perfect, in the most flawed way possible, and I don’t want… I don’t want nayhting about you to change. Ever. The way you yell at me even when I do a good job, because a good job is not enough around here is endearing. I love how you never ever sleep because you’re always trying to track something down for this project, even though it’s so bad for you and when you don’t get at least seven hours of sleep you’re a walking zombie the next day and everyone has to cover for you. It’s true.” he added gently, looking at he with a little smile before remembering that he was in the fault at the moment, and then he gave a sigh.


    “I don’t… I don’t know. I don’t know! And that’s the worst part! I didn’t want her, Delaney! I didn’t… I never want anyone anymore! I just want you!” he protested, looking at her, trying to make her see how serious he was. “I was drunk. I was high. I got messed up because yo weren’t there with me and you’re like 99% of all my judgement. And I took home some random girl and we made out and I couldn’t even have s*x with her because she wasn’t you! I didn’t have s*x with the girl! She was hot and she was stupid and she was foreign and she was the perfect one-night stand, but I didn’t even want that anymore. I just… I just want you.” he finished weakly, running his hand through his hair before sighing and shaking his head.


    “I’ll just… I don’t blame you for anything. Obviously. None of it was your fault, and you have every right to be angry at me for the rest of your life. I just… I’m just gunna go. This was nice.” he finished weakly, motioning to the house. “You’re the best person I’ve ever met. And I’m really proud of what you did. Don’t worry about driving me back, I’ll see if Leander can come pick me up.” he finished softly before starting to shuffle out of the room.

    Delaney stood rigid as he spoke, unsure if she should believe him or not. Her fists were clenched by her sides, her haw twitching slightly as she listened to him rant. Every now and then she rolled her eyes or scoffed, unsure if she was angry ir relieved or turned on. She couldn’t decipher her feelings, but she knew she didn’t want him to leave. Not again. She needed him close.


    “No!” she growled, grabbing his arm rather roughly and turning him back towards her. “You’re not leaving me. You can’t. You can’t!” she exclaimed, her hand slapping his chest briefly, accenting her declaration that he had to stay. “Why didn’t you tell me that, Bennett? I’ve been sulking for weeks. I thought you cheated. I thought you banged her and I thought it was because of me and this entire time you didn’t do anything. Now I seem like the b*tch...” she snapped, looking up at him with wide eyes. “We could have talked. I woukd have listened. Maybe...” she grumbled, looking up at him.


    She shook her head slightly, then grabbed his shirt. “You cause me so much f*cking stress, but somehow I can’t stop thinking about you...” she purred softly, yanking him down for a passionate kiss. The brunette didn’t know what was happening, but d*mn did he feel good, taste good, sound good. She wrapped her arms around his neck gently, kissing him passionately, hungrily, her tongue moving out immediately to tangle with his.

    Bennett gave a little shriek when he felt her grab his arm, though he turned around and took in a deep breath, bracing himself, because he knew he was getting smacked. He knew it, and he deserved it, and he just hoped it didn’t leave too dark a mark, because then the paparazzi who still hadn’t left the building project would notice and publish something about him that was totally untrue. He stood there for a few long seconds, core tightened, holding his breath, eyes closed, but then she just sorta pushed his chest- not even hard at that- and he opened one eye, confused, just sort of staring at her for a long moment before opening the other.


    “But… But I did do something?” Bennett asked after a moment. Suffice to say, he was more than a little confused. And now she was blaming herself- again- and that made him feel terrible. He looked at her, trying to figure out what she was saying, before he shook his head and caught her hands as she banged them against his chest again, holding them between his gently, looking at her with a weak smile. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t think it would matter. To me? That was cheating. What I did was as bad as if I actually slept with her. Because I loved you and she wasn’t you.” he explained, looking at her, his cheeks burning red when he referred to his old feelings, because he’d never had the guts to admit that before. That he had loved her. And honestly, prboably still do.


    “And you wouldn’t have listened.” he added with a little laugh, looking at her with a smile. “Don’t pretend like you would have. You and I both know you’re way too stubborn to listen to m-“ he said, but then her lips were against his and his eyes widened and he froze, looking down at her for a long second before realizing that this wasn’t a dream, he wasn’t making it up, this was actually her kissing him, and he quickly kissed her back, refusing to just stand there like a log when she was touching him again for whatever reason. When she finally pulled away, he looked down at her, eyes wide and blown open in confusion, though he just kind of licked his lip and looked back at her, a burning desire in his eyes. And it only took one kiss from her to ignite that in him.


    “I’m going to kiss you again.” he announced after a second kf just standing there staring at her, his chest heaving up and down as he panted right along side her. he looked at her for a moment before giving a groan and lurching forward, taking her in his arms and pushing her back against the wall, his lips absolutely attacking hers, taking her as quickly and as desperately as he could. Even he wasn’t sure if they weren’t hate kisses, at least not on her part, but he didn’t really care. At the moment, all he knew was he was kissing her and she was responding, and he couldn’t get enough of it.