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I wonder if you talk about me when girls ask if you’ve been in love before

The real story of how Denis joined Asking

Denis sat at the table, nervous. He was on a date, a blind date to be exact. His date still had yet to arrive, causing Denis to lose hope. He was about to gather his stuff and leave until he saw someone walk through the door.

It was Ben mother fucking Bruce.

Denis’ breathe caught in his throat, almost causing him to choke. Denis couldn’t believe Ben Bruce had just walked through the door. Like, what are the odds?

Ben’s eyes scanned the room until they landed on Denis. He smiled and Denis almost passed out. There was no way Ben Bruce was his date, he was probably smiling at someone else.

But Denis was proven wrong when Ben started to walk his way. Denis face was Probably as red as Satan’s ass at this point. He could barley breathe when Ben sat down across from him.

“Hi, I’m Ben.” He said.

It was probably the sexiest thing Denis ever heard. And all he did was introduced himself.

“D-Denis.” Denis replied, shakily.

“So, Denis tell me about yourself.” Ben said leaning forehead, setting his head on his hands.

“Uh, well I’m 23, I’m from the Ukraine-” Denis was cut off as a waiter approached them.

“Can I take you’re order?” He said with a horrible French accent that made Denis cringe.

“Yes, I’ll have the Ukrainian.” Ben said with a sly smirk as he stared at Denis’ reddening cheeks.

“Uh, Sir-” Ben cut him off.

“Sorry, I’ll have the chicken.” Ben said, giving out a fake cough.

“Uh, yes, yeah I’ll have that too.” Denis stumbled.

The waiter nodded and walked away.

“So, Ben tell me about yourself.” Denis said, blushing again.

Ben shook his head and started to tell stories about his life until the waiter brought out their food.

“So, what’s your opinion on asking?” Ben asked.

Ben had told Denis about his crazy stories with asking. Denis already knew all these stories. Not that he would admit it, but he was a creepy fucking fangirl stalker. He was always a slut for Asking.

“I love your band, I’ve been a fan for years, I even covered songs on YouTube and…” Denis stopped as Ben stood up dropping his fork.

Ben got out his bright pink purse, that He literally pulled out of no where. He started to shove the bread sticks that sat in the middle of the table into it.

“We need to leave immediately and make you part of the band right now.” He said, rushed.

Denis eyes widened as Ben grabbed his hand and started to drag him out of the restaurant.

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Inspired by that one bread stick post about Ben and Denis

Written by - champagnee-wishes