Benedict Cumberbatch Imagines

I'm Bored (3)

After the encounter, you tried your best to get away from him, but it was so difficult to stop thinking about him and all the plans you and him had made in the past. You hated thinking about him, or even admitting that he was still in your mind. Your parents and your grandma didn't help you when they frequently asked about him.

Ever since you got home all you've been doing is sitting around and doing nothing. This is not how you were in London. Bored out of your mind, you got up, got the car keys and left the silent house. No one was home, your parents were out with your grandma and Junior was out with his friends.

Not knowing where you were going, you started up the car and began to exit the driveway. As you drove around the neighborhood, your stomach began to grumble so you headed to one of the nearest grocery stores. Once arriving at your destination, you began to scavenge the inside for some snacks.

You were walking down one of the isles looking for the cookies, that was until you bumped into a familiar face. "Oh, sorry," Melinda took a step back. You had almost crashed into a person you wished you'd never see again. "Uh, don't worry about it," you responded and tried to move away. "You're [Y/n], right?" she asked enthusiastically.

"Yup, that's me," you faked a chuckle. "How have you been?" she questioned. You looked at her confused and wondered why the hell she was having a conversation with you. "Pretty good, what about you?" you responded with a normal tone because you didn't want to act like a dick to her. "Same here. I actually had a question for you. By any chance, do you want to go out with Ben and me during the weekend? I've always wanted to go to a club, but I'm pretty shy and Ben is...well–"

"–Boring," you cut Melinda off. She laughed it off, "No, not boring, but he's mentioned that he's not into that types of environments." You knew right away that was a lie. He sort of likes going to clubs, but not that often. "I mean, yeah I'll go, but why me," you questioned. "Well because Ben always talked about you and he always mentioned that you were a good party person and I don't know, it can't be a coincidence that I bumped into you right now," Melinda replied.

"Oh ok. So do you want to exchange numbers?" you asked her. "Yeah," she took her phone out and gave you her number and she got yours. Without saying anything else, she enthusiastically smiled and left. You looked down at her contact and just shook your head, you had no what you just got into.

**

This was a bad idea, a really bad idea. Junior even agreed with you as soon as he saw you get out of the house. You arrived at the bar where you were drinking last week and took a seat at the bar. You ordered rum and coke and took swigs while you waited for Ben and Melinda. A few minutes later they got there.

"Hey," Melinda happily greeted you and even hugged. Ben and you made eye contact. Melinda broke the hug, you could tell right away that she was already tipsy. You and Ben quickly hugged. "You guys ready?" you questioned. Melinda was definitely ready. You ordered a shot and looked over at Ben, "Want one?" He shook his head, "I'm good, I have to drive."

"Oh Benny, you know that's not the spirit when coming out to party," you smugly smiled at him and downed your shot and your drink. That wasn't enough to get you tipsy but you still followed them outside and crossed the street. You waited for a while in-line to get your ID's checked. Once inside you bought the open bar pass. Melinda wanted one, but Ben didn't let her get one. You reassured her you would give her a sip of your drinks.

Two hours into the night, you were already tipsy. Ben and Melinda seemed to have a good time with each other, but you were feeling like the third wheel and you didn't like that. While they were dancing, you went ahead and walked over to the bar to get another drink. The place was crowded and you couldn't make your way to the front. You felt a hand at the small of your back and then being pushed forward.