Run (Disasters in Love: Book 1) (Part 1 COMPLETE)

Chapter 17

Ben
February 18, 2005

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Three days later

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It's been three days.

Three whole days without seeing her.
Okay, maybe it hasn't even been that long, but it feels like forever.

I miss her laugh, her shy smile, her sense of humor, shit... I just miss everything about her.

I'm not sure I can wait any longer, but the plan starts tomorrow.

Tomorrow is the big day.
Kat has no idea what is in store for her...

...and neither do I.

Fuck, I don't have a plan. I'm freaking the fuck out.

It has to be perfect.
Just like her.

I have to not only convince our friends, but I also need to impress Kat.

That's going to be tough.

She's not very flashy, so it can't be a huge showy gesture... but it still needs to be in front of Vanessa, and maybe even some other friends.

Fuck, can I really pull this off?
Kat has faith in me, but what if this doesn't work?

Shit... I hadn't thought about that.

I know it's fake, but there's still a chance I could upset Kat. Or our friends could call us on our shit.

Oh fuck, what will I do if that happens?

I guess if all else fails, I could just kiss the shit out of her.

Yeah, I like that plan.

Maybe that should just be the whole plan... It would definitely show everyone she's mine, but would it be good enough?

I already know that's a big fat no. I am going to have to dig a little deeper.

But what can I do? She's hated me this whole time, it's going to be hard to convince everyone she's suddenly changed her mind.

My phone buzzes me, alerting me to a new text.

Kat: How's the planning going, Birdie?

Shit. She's going to kill me.

Maybe if I just ignore her, she will go away.

A few minutes later, my phone buzzes again. Damn, that didn't work.

Kat: Ben? Do you need some help?

Kat would probably plan her own surprise party.

Ben: No way, Beautiful. I got this. Don't worry about a thing.

Kat: If you're sure...

No, I'm not sure. I'm full of shit, but she can't know that.

Ben: I am sure. Now go back to whatever book you had your nose in, Babe.

Kat: I'm not your Babe, playboy. Now go back to whatever girl you were texting.

Like there was anyone else.
Like there would ever be anyone else.

Shit, where did that come from?

Ben: I only see you, Beautiful.

Kat: Wow. You want some wine with that cheese?