a/n: this is a one shot i had thought of during
school and i finally got time to post it online. and also, this is based on the
movie – kind of. i may get some facts wrong but it’s just for the sake of this
drabble. I’m so sorry if this is crappy but i hope you like it.
summary:cassie just likes his name. That’s all.
She likes his name – she always
has. It rolls out of her mouth comfortably and the name always seems to bring a
smile to her face. She also likes the fact that she’s the only one who can get
away with calling him Ben instead of Zombie. She likes feeling special – it’s
silly but she likes having the privilege to call him that. Besides, she can’t
really bring herself to call him Zombie. She can never see him as one.
(She will always see him as Ben Parish – her first love. Her first
crush. He’s gonna be the father of her kids some day – after all these ‘saving
the world’ thing is finished, anyway)
She also likes the fact
that he’s the only one beside her brother who calls her Cassie. She loves the
way Ben says her name – she likes it when he pronounces it as Cassiopeia. It’s just a fucking turn on
to be honest.
There’s a question
tugging in the bottom of her heart, though.
Why is she the only one
who he lets to call him Ben Parish? It doesn’t make sense. Ben gets all upset
if Ringer or Teacup or even Sam calls
him that. He doesn’t like it, but always seems okay when she says it.
(She’s thinking too much into his name oH MY GOD.)
“Cassie?” all her
thoughts dissolves into the air. She blinks, turning her head to see him plopping down beside her inside the
jeep. She smiles at him – thinking about why they seem to be awake at the same
time and always manages to do this everytime.
“Oh hey, you’re awake,”
she says. He gives her a smile.
“Yep. Like always,” he
says, moving closer to her. Her heart flutters when he accidentally touches her
shoulder. “So what are you thinking
about this time?”
“Nothing,” she replies
“Cassie Sullivan – I may
have not known you that well but I know that there’s always SOMETHING going on
in your brain. Seriously, Cass, you can tell me about it,” Cassie couldn’t stop
the blush that’s creeping up to her cheeks right now. It was true what Ben had
said. This isn’t the first time Ben had caught her thinking.
“Seriously, Ben, I’m not
thinking about anything important,” she presses again.
“I still want you to hit
me up with whatever you’re thinking,” Ben says. “Come on, Cass, please?” He turns to her and gives her
the best puppy eyes look he could
muster. She always gets weak when he does that.
“Screw you Ben,” he grins
at her because he knows she’s finally giving in. “Okay, fine, I was just
thinking about your name.”
“My name?” Ben repeats.
She nods shyly because it’s such a stupid thing to think about. “What’s wrong
with your name?”
“Nothing.” I love your name. Your name’s perfect. “I
was just wondering why I’m the only one who gets to call you Ben Parish and why
you don’t want anyone else to call you that,” Cassie couldn’t bring herself to
meet Ben’s eyes because she knows he’s
grinning at her right now – having the biggest smile on his face because it’s Ben. No matter how much times Ben claims
the old guy is dead – Ben Parish will always be the same boy he was a few
months ago. “Okay, don’t say anything. I know it’s dumb.”
Ben laughs at her. “It’s
not,” he says between laughs. “Cassie, I swear to you, it’s not dumb.”
“Then why are you
laughing?” Cassie looks up, looking confused. He’s looking at her like she’s a
genius (she doesn’t get it), and his mouth is smiling his thousand watt smile.
“Because,” Ben continues.
“Because it’s such a Cassie Sullivan thing
to think about.”
Cassie looks down again,
punching him quietly in the shoulder. “Oh my god, shut up. Go back to sleep.” But
instead, Ben scoots closer to her – their knees touching now as he looks up at
the jeep’s ceiling. “Ben…?”
“I let you call me Ben –
because.” Cassie waits for him to continue. “I don’t know, I guess. When I
first saw you in the Airbase – I flipped. I thought I was completely alone -
when I first come, I was alone. I knew no one – but then you came,” he explains quietly. “You remind me of my old life – the
Ben I was before. I keep telling myself he’s dead – but he’s not. You’re the
only one here who knows me when I was Ben Parish and I want you to think of me
as him as sick as that sounds – the Ben who doesn’t kill, the Ben who’s biggest
problem is not winning a football match and having an A+ at school.” He turns
to look at her in the eyes. Those brown eyes that never fails to melt Cassie. “That’s
why I still call you Cassie,” Ben smiles at her softly. “I wanna remember you
as Cassie,” he touches her cheek softly, caressing it with his soft hand. “I’m
being stupid.” He softly chuckles at himself.
Feeling a surge of
braveness, Cassie takes the hand that was holding his cheek and squeezes it
tight. “It’s not,” Cassie grins at him. “It’s such a Ben Parish thing to say.” Ben laughs at her – Cassie swears the
sound just became one of her favorite sounds in the world – and grabs her by
the shoulders to hug her.
Cassie laughs too – her arms
wrapping theirselves around Ben’s torso as she leans into Ben a little bit
more. He’s warm and Cassie doesn’t want to let go. Which is fine because she
doesn’t think Ben has any plans to move. He hugs her tighter (by the way he’s
hugging her she doesn’t think it’s even possible anymore).
“Cassie?” Cassie doesn’t
lift her head when he says her name. She’s too comfortable on his shoulder
right now. “Promise me you’ll still call me Ben after everything that will
happen. Promise me that everything will be okay after this.” He sounds like a
child and Cassie almost laughs.
“I promise,” Cassie says
softly, and even though she can’t see him she knows he’s smiling right now. Not
one of his thousand watt smile – but one of his genuine smile that she loves
seeing so much.
They pull away a couple
of minutes later – their eyes locked in almost immediately. She doesn’t know if
they’re just too caught up in the moment
or what but suddenly someone’s
leaning in and suddenly they’re both leaning in to each other just like there’s
a magnetic force between them. His lips find hers first, capturing them in his
own. Cassie closes her eyes immediately, kissing him back. Their lips moved in
perfect rhythm. It’s not rushed or anything – it’s just how Cassie had imagined
the kiss to be. It’s perfect.
Before the kiss had
gotten too intense, they both pull
away, resting their foreheads agains each other giggling like little kids. “I
promise,” Cassie repeats. “Everything is going to be okay.”
a/n: the ending?1/229323?? Im honestly shocked I
didn’t think it would turn out this way. Anyways, I hope you liked it!
all the Shiratori 3rd years are on first name basis with that grumpy child, Ushi.. /clutches heart~
now, @ god and Furudate.. where is my Shiratorizawa backstory? why does it look like as aloof and grumpy Ushijima is, his teammates seem quite fond of him and calling him by his first name no less?I THOUGHT THAT HE’S AN OPPRESSIVE CAPTAIN AND HIS TEAMMATES HATE HIM, HQ fandom whispers..please elaborate this to us, Furudate.
Recently I’ve gotten a large influx of new followers, and I just wanted to say “Hi!” to all of y’all. I hope you enjoy your stay. :D I’m tryin to post more art more often, and more AOI webcomic related art as I ramp up to (finally…..) start posting AOI. :)