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The day was long and drug on for longer than was possibly barable. Zoey had the youth classes on Wednesday mornings (which she thought was just to replace day care for parents) and then a couple other classes that evening. By the time she managed to apparate into the flat, it was nearly 11 in the evening.
The boys were either gone or sleeping since the only sound she heard was from Boone's wagging tail hitting the wall a couple times as he greeted her.
All Zoey wanted to do was find her pajamas and crawl into bed (or sofa would be more appropriate since that's where she slept). After searching where she usually kept her things, Zoey realized all her stuff was missing. THe only thing where her things went was a box. What in hell?
Zoey turned around and surveyed the room. They obviously hadn't cleaned anything. Maybe they just moved everything out of the way because Jackson or Tyler (or even Ben) had this or that girl (or even Carrie) over. A quick and surprisingly quiet survey of the rest of the flat provided no more useful than looking in her designated hall closet.
She was cursing the boys under her breath as she went back to the closet and pulled the box out. Maybe one of them was playing some silly prank on her and this was supposed to be what they "traded her things for," it was definitely something Tyler would do. What she found in the box was not some silly thing or even anything of hers. No, what she found was very different, and very much Ben's taste.
After staring at it for a few seconds, she kicked the box into the closet again but took the little outfit with her. Zoey pushed the door to Ben's room open even as she knocked. "What's this?"
Ben looked up from whatever show he was watching (probably porn, but that was just Zoey's assumption) and gave her his best innocent look. "It's a present."
"From you?" She raised her eyebrows and crawled onto the edge of the bed, sitting back on her knees.
"No, from your brother." Zoey hit his arm, but he just laughed.
"Why? I mean, what makes you even think I'll wear it for you?" She watched in satisfaction as his expression faltered, even for just a moment.
"You know you miss me, Z," Ben started, his fingers sliding up her arm slowly.
Zoey was still skeptical. "Where's the rest of my stuff?" Knowing Ben, he could have sent it anywhere to make sure that at some point she'd wind up in that little ensemble for him (even if only to get back everything else).
"I'll tell you when I see that on you." There was a little glint in his eye and Zoey rolled her eyes. Of course she'd been right. When was she wrong?
"Maybe I'm not as easy as I used to be." Coming from Zoey Ferris, that was practically laughable. She had her favorites, and she was very easy for them.
Ben shook his head and tugged at the front of her tank top. "You miss me." And he was right; and she knew it; and she always had done nearly anything he wanted her to.
She might change quite a bit, but Zoey didn't have it in her to change that.
The boys were either gone or sleeping since the only sound she heard was from Boone's wagging tail hitting the wall a couple times as he greeted her.
All Zoey wanted to do was find her pajamas and crawl into bed (or sofa would be more appropriate since that's where she slept). After searching where she usually kept her things, Zoey realized all her stuff was missing. THe only thing where her things went was a box. What in hell?
Zoey turned around and surveyed the room. They obviously hadn't cleaned anything. Maybe they just moved everything out of the way because Jackson or Tyler (or even Ben) had this or that girl (or even Carrie) over. A quick and surprisingly quiet survey of the rest of the flat provided no more useful than looking in her designated hall closet.
She was cursing the boys under her breath as she went back to the closet and pulled the box out. Maybe one of them was playing some silly prank on her and this was supposed to be what they "traded her things for," it was definitely something Tyler would do. What she found in the box was not some silly thing or even anything of hers. No, what she found was very different, and very much Ben's taste.
After staring at it for a few seconds, she kicked the box into the closet again but took the little outfit with her. Zoey pushed the door to Ben's room open even as she knocked. "What's this?"
Ben looked up from whatever show he was watching (probably porn, but that was just Zoey's assumption) and gave her his best innocent look. "It's a present."
"From you?" She raised her eyebrows and crawled onto the edge of the bed, sitting back on her knees.
"No, from your brother." Zoey hit his arm, but he just laughed.
"Why? I mean, what makes you even think I'll wear it for you?" She watched in satisfaction as his expression faltered, even for just a moment.
"You know you miss me, Z," Ben started, his fingers sliding up her arm slowly.
Zoey was still skeptical. "Where's the rest of my stuff?" Knowing Ben, he could have sent it anywhere to make sure that at some point she'd wind up in that little ensemble for him (even if only to get back everything else).
"I'll tell you when I see that on you." There was a little glint in his eye and Zoey rolled her eyes. Of course she'd been right. When was she wrong?
"Maybe I'm not as easy as I used to be." Coming from Zoey Ferris, that was practically laughable. She had her favorites, and she was very easy for them.
Ben shook his head and tugged at the front of her tank top. "You miss me." And he was right; and she knew it; and she always had done nearly anything he wanted her to.
She might change quite a bit, but Zoey didn't have it in her to change that.