Ben and Kate were always together. From kindergarten through college, they were an inseparable pair. Kate was sweet, quiet, and kept to herself. She wore glasses, vintage t-shirts and didn't know she was drop dead gorgeous. Ben was loud and always the center of attention. He was confident, slightly cocky, and knew he was damn good looking. They balanced each other. It was a relationship that had kept strong through years and years. But recently something felt off.
Kate was deep in her studies, it was a rather busy semester seeing as she would graduate in just one month. She hadn't seen Ben since the beginning of the year, which wasn't unusual but his normal texts to check up had been less frequent. She missed him and wanted his big bear hugs more than anything. He was who she had dreams of fucking almost every night. Their relationship was never sexual, but she had many thoughts about Ben. He was who she thought about when she masturbated at night. He had no idea that she wanted him so badly.
So, when she hadn't got a text, she knew something was different. Kate grabbed her phone and started typing a text message.
Kate: Hey Benny, I haven't heard from you in a while. A text occasionally, would be nice asshole.
She sat her phone down on the bed, getting back to studying, and sinking back into her blankets, laptop ready to begin her 20-page final paper.
*Phone dings* Her screen lit up and in the corner of her eye she read the name Ben on her lock screen. Feeling like another study break, she reached for her phone.
Ben: Hey Kit Kat, I know I know... I've been so busy with finals. I've missed you babe. How's everything going?
Kate: I hate when you call me that.
Ben: Then don't call me Benny.
Kate: TouchΓ©
Ben: Tell me how you and Pete are doing? I haven't seen that douche in a minute.
Kate: He's not a douche, just worked with him on a group project. If you must know.
Ben: You're kidding right? Have you seen how he looks at you babe?
Kate: BEN, STOP. You know he's not interested.
Ben: Are you blind Kate? You're so fucking hot.
Flustered, Kate threw her phone across the bed. No way, her best friend of 17 years, just called her hot. This was so unlike Ben. He was gorgeous. 6 feet 3 inches, perfect body, flawless skin, and a killer smile. And he just called her "fucking hot". There was no way he had text her, but he typed Kate. That was her name. What was going on? Where had Ben hid for the last few months?
*Phone dings* "FUCK", Kate whispered. A thousand things were going through her mind. What am I supposed to say back to that? Her skin felt warm and flushed. Did she feel embarrassed? She pulled the covers up over her nose.
*ding* *ding* Kate sighed and mustered up the courage to grab her cellphone. Slowly entering her passcode her heart began to beat faster and faster. What were these feelings?
Ben: Kate...
Ben: Did I say something wrong?
Ben: Come on Kate, you know you're fucking gorgeous babe.