truth or dare? | a weird, usa ficlet.
truth or dare?, an olivia/ben (weird, usa) ficlet.
Olivia and Ben take a little trip down memory lane.
Written for corellianjedi.
531 words, pg.
“Do you remember your thirteenth birthday party?”
It was a nearly perfect summer day, and while Charlie was visiting a tattoo place that had caught her eye, they were taking advantage of the local park. Olivia was stretched out across the grass on her stomach, chin propped up on folded arms. The flower wreath she’d been making hung slightly askew over her forehead, dandelions and white clover and violets.
Ben’s fingers idly plucked at the strings of his guitar, though his heart wasn’t much in it-in truth, he’d been admiring the way the sun dappled her hair.
“You mean that disastrous double party my Mom threw for us? The one where Charlie had like fifteen friends show up and I had two? Yeah, I remember it. I remember Charlie’s friends trapped me in the kitchen and painted stars all over my face because I was wearing a Ziggy Stardust shirt.”
Olivia giggled into her arms. “The glam rock look suited you. All you needed was bright red hair.”
Ben snorted at that. “I’m not nearly skinny enough to pull off the David Bowie style. You’ve got to be thin, British, and have really fierce cheekbones for that.” He played a bit of “Golden Years” with a grin. “Anyway, why are you asking about that? It’s practically ancient history.”
“Well, don’t you remember that game of spin the bottle Charlie insisted on?”
Ben hesitated in mid-strum. “…Vaguely.”
“Oho, you remember alright,” Olivia said, pushing herself up. “Whenever the bottle looked like it would land on you, you’d inch to the side or duck behind someone. Until Charlie pinned you down and made you play.”
“Okay, yeah, I remember,” he said awkwardly.
“Ben, you’re blushing!”
“Why the stroll down memory lane, Liv?”
“Oh, I dunno. I’ve just been thinking lately. About how you’ve always been ridiculously adorable and I just somehow never noticed until recently. I’ve been kind of kicking myself over not noticing the telltale signs. Like that game of spin the bottle, when you picked truth and Charlie asked you if you had a crush on anyone-and you immediately changed to dare. And when she dared you to kiss me-”
“I ran and hid in the bathroom. Yeah, I remember. Not exactly my most sterling moment.”
“I remember wondering if I was that repulsive to you, that you’d rather spend the rest of your party locked in the bathroom than even kiss me.”
“Well, you know now that that wasn’t it at all, right? It was more that I was thirteen years old and had never kissed a girl before and was terrified that you’d laugh at me, or think I was gross, or a dozen other silly adolescent fears.”
She’d been crawling closer, heedless of the grass stains on her knees, her loose hair glinting in the sunlight. Ben set aside his guitar as if in a daze.
“Oh, Ben,” she murmured with a smile, sliding her arms around his neck. “We were thirteen. No one expects a spin the bottle kiss to be any good. And you’re always cutting yourself short-it might have been eye-opening for everyone.”
“I was just stupid, I guess,” he said, pulling her into his lap.
“…Truth, or dare, Ben Hawthorne?”
Olivia and Ben take a little trip down memory lane.
Written for corellianjedi.
531 words, pg.
“Do you remember your thirteenth birthday party?”
It was a nearly perfect summer day, and while Charlie was visiting a tattoo place that had caught her eye, they were taking advantage of the local park. Olivia was stretched out across the grass on her stomach, chin propped up on folded arms. The flower wreath she’d been making hung slightly askew over her forehead, dandelions and white clover and violets.
Ben’s fingers idly plucked at the strings of his guitar, though his heart wasn’t much in it-in truth, he’d been admiring the way the sun dappled her hair.
“You mean that disastrous double party my Mom threw for us? The one where Charlie had like fifteen friends show up and I had two? Yeah, I remember it. I remember Charlie’s friends trapped me in the kitchen and painted stars all over my face because I was wearing a Ziggy Stardust shirt.”
Olivia giggled into her arms. “The glam rock look suited you. All you needed was bright red hair.”
Ben snorted at that. “I’m not nearly skinny enough to pull off the David Bowie style. You’ve got to be thin, British, and have really fierce cheekbones for that.” He played a bit of “Golden Years” with a grin. “Anyway, why are you asking about that? It’s practically ancient history.”
“Well, don’t you remember that game of spin the bottle Charlie insisted on?”
Ben hesitated in mid-strum. “…Vaguely.”
“Oho, you remember alright,” Olivia said, pushing herself up. “Whenever the bottle looked like it would land on you, you’d inch to the side or duck behind someone. Until Charlie pinned you down and made you play.”
“Okay, yeah, I remember,” he said awkwardly.
“Ben, you’re blushing!”
“Why the stroll down memory lane, Liv?”
“Oh, I dunno. I’ve just been thinking lately. About how you’ve always been ridiculously adorable and I just somehow never noticed until recently. I’ve been kind of kicking myself over not noticing the telltale signs. Like that game of spin the bottle, when you picked truth and Charlie asked you if you had a crush on anyone-and you immediately changed to dare. And when she dared you to kiss me-”
“I ran and hid in the bathroom. Yeah, I remember. Not exactly my most sterling moment.”
“I remember wondering if I was that repulsive to you, that you’d rather spend the rest of your party locked in the bathroom than even kiss me.”
“Well, you know now that that wasn’t it at all, right? It was more that I was thirteen years old and had never kissed a girl before and was terrified that you’d laugh at me, or think I was gross, or a dozen other silly adolescent fears.”
She’d been crawling closer, heedless of the grass stains on her knees, her loose hair glinting in the sunlight. Ben set aside his guitar as if in a daze.
“Oh, Ben,” she murmured with a smile, sliding her arms around his neck. “We were thirteen. No one expects a spin the bottle kiss to be any good. And you’re always cutting yourself short-it might have been eye-opening for everyone.”
“I was just stupid, I guess,” he said, pulling her into his lap.
“…Truth, or dare, Ben Hawthorne?”