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Jane Clark: You’re a snob, a sexist, totally obnoxious, and tiresome. And lately, you’ve gotten just weird. Why should we believe anything you say?

Nick Smith: I’m not tiresome

Metropolitan [1990] by Whit Stillman

#whit stillman #metropolitan 1990 #Armie's movie recs

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From the heart comes a Warning: A late Valentines ficlet

They say that February is the cruelest month, he doesn't know who they are but he knows that they are right.

The snow is still piled high on the sides of the road, the parks he had enjoyed wandering through during the summer are swampy when they aren't icy, and Valentine's Day has caused the whole town to vomit pink and red garlands all over the place.

He may or may not have a boyfriend this year. His relationship with Armie is nebulous and unknowable. Are they together? Maybe? Is Ben head over heels, chest pains, cold hands, looks too long in love with Armie?

Maybe.

Yes.

They sit together at lunch, they chat about movies and walk close, they laugh and work together, drive home together, play d&d together, they've kissed (twice!) and one time they held hands for a whole five steps.

But Valentine's Day isn't for Maybe couples. And Ben can still remember the Valentine's Day when little Hux had destroyed little Ben's heart like it had happened last night. His lace doily and red construction paper heart ripped apart in Hux's hands.

It had been elementary school, first grade, and Ben had worked really hard on it, store bought power rangers Valentine's for the class but a special one for Hux, who was the most beautiful person Ben had ever seen.

Armie had looked excited when they tipped over their little desk mailboxes and that big heart had fluttered down on his desk. But something horrible had happened in his face when he read it. It became pinched and cold and angry. Ben watched from the other side of the room as Hux had tore it to pieces and he could have sworn it was as if it was his actual heart.

"I hate you." Hux had said to him at recess. And Ben with his little heart broken thought Hux should feel broken too and punched him in the face.

The school has a big Valentine's dance tonight and Armie didn't ask him to go. He didn't ask anyone else either but still Ben had been pretty liberal with the hints but Armie had just always changed the subject.

So the pretty sure we are a couple had turned into a maybe. A maybe maybe. Like a Maybe minus?

Instead of doing anything special or romantic they were doing what they frequently did on Fridays that they didn't work. They were going to hide away in Armies attic and argue about movies.

Ben had in his bag what he considered to be the best possible movie for tonight's viewing. My Bloody Valentine , 81, not the one with Angel. Not that he was an original over remake kinda guy, that was Armie.

Snob.

Ben stands on the Hux's doorstep, he had claimed that he had gone home first to pick up the movie, he had changed into that shirt that his mom said made his eyes pop, whatever the fuck that meant for brown eyes, and shower using the nice soap. He knew it wasn't a date,that they weren't going on a date. That Armie didn't want to date him, but maybe... Maybe he did, and maybe this was a low-key date?

Armie answers the door wearing the same clothes from school, his hair is kind of messy and he still has pen marks on his hands.

Not a date then.

Ben can practically hear the rip of construction paper.

He follows Armie through the house and up the attic stares into his room trying to convince himself that this is fine, he doesn't need a date for Valentine's, he doesn't need a boyfriend.

But God, he wants one.

"So I know we weren't going to do the whole... Valentine's thing," Armie is telling him as he walks around the room, "But I thought maybe you'd want..." Armie trails off, he must notice that Ben is staring at the floor.

He's just standing there staring at the floor in his date shirt clutching a VHS and waiting for the void of his heart to suck the rest of his body in.

"Ben?"

"Who said we weren't going to do the Valentine's Day thing?" He asks the floor very quietly. Armies boring white socks come into view.

"What? You hate Valentine's Day."

"I don't."

"You definitely do."

Ben finally looks up, "Don't tell me how I feel asshole."

"See!" Armie, " You get all moody, and you've been making fun of the Valentine's dance for a week and a half!" Hux is yelling as well.

“I wasn’t making fun of it!”

“Well what the fu-” Ben watches Armie’s pale eyes widen, he’s frozen and it’s just as bad, maybe even worse than fighting. Quiet, oh so very quiet he whispers, “...you wanted me to ask you...”

“Never mind.” Ben grumbles in response, maybe if he collapses in on himself he can somehow manage not to just fall apart.

Armie probably doesn’t even remember that little construction paper heart, Ben’s reminded of, of all things, Conan the Barbarian.

It was the most important day of your life when I came to your village, to me it was Thursday.

Or something.

Whatever.

It had been such a huge deal to Ben but what if it had been just a thursday to Armitage. A day like any other when it had been such a big fucking deal to Ben.

“You just, you’ve never liked Valentines day, I didn’t think you were serious. The only time you ever gave out Valentines cards was first grade and they were prank cards...”

Ben whips around from his upset glaring out the window to search Armitage’s face. He’s pink around the eyes but serious.

“Prank cards?”

“Yeah, you probably don’t even remember you gave me this... this is stupid. You gave me a big frilly card making fun of my hair.”

“What? I did not.”

“You did to, It said something like how it looked like my head was on fire when the sun came through the window. It was... it was really... I mean it’s not like I’m still upset about it or anything... but it was...”

“I wasn’t... I wasn’t making fun of you.”

“Ben I remember what the card said.”

“I thought... I think your hair is amazing. It burns like the sun. You were...are... the most beautiful person I’ve ever seen.”

“Ben. The card said it looked like my head was on fire and that I was a princess.”

“It did not.”

“It absolutely did.”

Ben closes the short distance between them and grabs both of his hands. He stares at the difference between them, his long slender fingers, deceptively dainty, because he absolutely can not look Armie in the face when he says this.

“I tried to pour my little first grade heart out to you and you thought I was making fun of you... I wasn’t. I have been waiting for you to answer this question for twelve years... you wanna be my valentine Armie?”

“Yeah Ben, I do.” Armie twists his hands so that they are holding them, like really holding, like romantically, “I was going to ask you if you wanted to be my Valentine. I didn’t mean to get into our first real fight. I guess we really are official now.”

“Official what?”

Armie heaves a sigh like he’s pained, “I’m only saying this because it’s a holiday, don’t expect me to say it a lot.”

“Say what?” the smile on Ben’s face hurts a little but it’s worth it. This feeling in his chest, like something broken is stitching back together.

“Boyfriends. Now can we please watch people get murdered by a guy in a miner’s mask.”

“Sounds like a perfect Valentines to me.”

#Rebel Rental #ficlet #happy valentine's day #I know I'm late but hey hope you'll forgive me.#ben solo #armitage hux #benarmie

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rebel-rental · 4 years

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#ben solo movie recs #movie rec #happy valentine's day #my bloody valentine

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rebel-rental · 4 years

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In case you don't believe this I just want to say I've gotten criticism constructive and not and they completely derail me. And it's there forever pretty much. Any time I go to that story and maybe I want to work on it some more those comments are still there telling me not to bother.

I had a lovely little story (at least I thought so) where I had an original character in it that I was using to get through some things as well as move the plot along and now there will always be a comment about how no one cares about that character (which was literally my emotions). I tried to move past it and I continued writing that story but I'll always remember the exact words and it just follows me around into my original work as well, which is of course unpublished and hidden from view.

An open letter to fanfic readers

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If you want to offer the author criticism, please follow the steps below:

Contact the author to see if they even want your criticism (their vision and intention might be different than yours; this isn’t for-profit publishing, so there’s a chance the author has no desire to make their fic anything than what THEY want it to be. Moreover, unless you’re some kind of literary genius, it’s possible that they might not give a fuck about your opinion)

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#writing stuff #this sucks so much #i hate myself for feeling this much about this #not the usual pretty friday things #sorry #ill post some pretty things later

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rebel-rental · 4 years

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34 and 17 for the movies! 🎬

Okay so naturally this took forever and got obscurely long so I’ll put the TLDR up here.

TLDR: 17. Dave made a maze, Pontypool, The extrodinary adventures of Adele blanc-sec, the vigil

34. Cleopatra Jones and the Casino of Gold.

For more info and movie gushing see below.

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#cleopatra jones and the casino of gold #pontypool #dave made a maze #the extraordinary adventures of adèle blanc-sec #the vigil 2019 #self reblog #moving this over to the movie blog #well its almost a movie blog #sure its not in the right time period for rebel rental but they would still be all about these #plus no way Ben wouldnt love ridiculous Cleopatra Jones

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Brick ( 2005 )

#Rebel Rental #Ben and Armie watch a new movie for once #Brick #Ben and Armie agree it's great

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Rebel rental: do Armie and Ben ever get into shenanigans together at work?

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Guess who is finally working through their inbox?! It’s me!

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Ben and Armie do get into light shenanigans.

It’s always Ben’s fault of course.

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“Just because your Uncle owns the store doesn’t mean we won’t get fired.” Armie hisses trying to roll the unraveled toilet paper back onto the roll.

“We won’t get fired.” Ben isn’t entirely sure about that actually but he’s heard some stories about his dad and his Uncle that would suggest that a little toilet paper fight on a slow night is very very tame.

He mostly does it because Armitage gets this look on his face, like he’s pretending that he doesn’t like it, like it’s a very prim and proper act but eventually Ben will find the thing that makes him crack. Some night this summer he will hear Armie give that kind of laugh that is just consuming, the can’t breath kind.

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But mostly they just wonder around the store alone arguing about movies or agreeing in a way that sounds like arguing.

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“I’m telling you it’s about the fear of our consumer culture!”

“I know! And the original is all about Communism! I mean have you seen it?! They all want the same, they all look the same, they all move the same!”

“Right!” Ben’s smile is so bright that he can almost feel it from the opposite side of the store as they yell back and forth about the movies they are re-shelving.

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There was however that one time that while bored on a Thursday night Ben just started to vacuum pack everything he could get his hands on. The things he was supposed to sure, but also the tape, some business cards, all the good highlighters, the keys and then finally the scissors.

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“Ben where are the keys?”

Ben holds up the sealed package, “Look how good it is, there’s like almost no air pockets. Not bad hey.”

“Oh my god Ben, really?”

“What? Bored.”

“Okay well cut them open so we can go to D&D. We are supposed to pick up snacks.”

There is far too much silence behind him and when he turns around Ben is red in the face and looking very shy. It might have been a cute expression on anyone else.

“What…”

He holds up another pack this time it contains all four pairs of scissors.

“Why? Just…” Armie rubs at his forehead where he can feel a Ben Headache coming on, “Lock the front, turn the sign off and help me look for something to cut that open.”

“Sorry…”

“You’re paying for snacks this time!” Armie yells from the back room where he notices those scissors are also gone, maybe there’s a knife left by the microwave.

#Rebel Rental #questions answered eventually #benarmie #ben solo #armitage hux #whats smaller than a ficlet?

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ARMIE 1

It took hours of messing around on limewire, finding, downloading, checking, redownloading something that wasn’t porn, but it was done.

ARMIE 1, written across the burnt CD in stolen purple sharpie.

A gift of some sort, for making the summer not torture, for talking about movies for hours, for helping him make his D&D character, for laughing at his jokes even when he pretended not to, for not outing him after the Heather’s incident.

A thank you gift. It wasn’t romantic, even though mix-tapes were almost always romantic in movies. As much as he and maybe Armie wished they weren’t in a movie so it wasn’t romantic. It wasn’t.

Even though his hands felt hot and sweater and cold all at the same time as he held the thin purple jewel case in his white knuckled grasp.

He pushed the case into Armie’s chest and absolutely did not run away, he just walked calmly to his truck, got in and left as if he couldn’t hear him calling his name.

Nope not running at all.

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It took a half a day to transfer the mix-tape over only a cassette using his old boombox. He liked to listen to music on his old walkman while he was biking to work and he didn’t want it skip and scratch.

So he spends the day watching Ben’s handwriting whiz by the little window on the top of his machine in a purple smear.

He thinks about the music and not about that blooming bursting weird feeling in his chest as the soft clanging of bells signifies that Ben had put the theme to Paris, Texas on the mix.

He doesn’t want to think about the feeling let alone give it a name. He knows what the movies would call this feeling, what Phasma, or his brother, what poetry and novels all call this feeling but it’s not.

It’s not.

And Ben most assuredly doesn’t feel that either. He isn’t trying to communicate his feelings to him via song like they do in the movies because they don’t live in a movie as much as he wished they did.

It was just a bunch of songs he thought Armitage would like. It’s just a mix of music for a friend…

That included Nine Inch Nails’ Closer and Sixpence none the richer’s Kiss me…

He won’t think about the deeper meaning of the songs, or the fact that Ben made this for him, he won’t think about it but he knows he’s going to listen to it until the tape on the cassette snaps from use.

mixtape

Mix-tape

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#benarmie #Rebel Rental #mixtape #ficlet #ben solo #armitage hux #googleplay playlist

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The Mummy (1999), dir. Stephen Sommers

#Ben's summer movie pick #Rebel rental: Ben #The Mummy #Ben's movie recs

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rebel-rental · 5 years

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Z (1969) Directed by Costa-Gavras

#costa-gavras #z #such a good movie #highly recommend #hux and ben think you should watch this movie

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rebel-rental · 6 years

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ask me about a film

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Kill, Baby… Kill! [Operazione paura] Mario Bava, 1966

#kill baby kill #mario bava #Ben's movie recs

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La ragazza che sapeva troppo (a.k.a. The Girl Who Knew Too Much) (Mario Bava, 1963)

#la ragazza che sapeva troppo #the girl who knew too much #mario bava #Armie's movie recs

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rebel-rental · 6 years

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Rossdale Park

Armie turned eighteen with zero fanfair. His parents were still out of town, his younger brother having a summer camp adventure and his older brother, who was supposed to be looking after him while their parents were out of town had been nursing a hangover laying on the living room floor with his sunglasses on.

No, no fanfair. He went to work like usual, leaned against the counter on a Monday night, just arguing with Ben as per every other night this summer.

He was looking forward to the deep and delicious cake he was planning on buying from the sev' on the way home and just sitting next to the air conditioning and waiting for the day to be over.

"Drop me off here please." Armie pointed at the bright seven eleven sign and Ben pulled into the parking lot.

"You want to ride your bike up the hill after midnight? You feeling alright?" Ben's hand is slapped across his forehead before he can counter the suggestion.

Pushing him away Armie grumbles about cake and birthdays and half falls out if the cab in his haste.

He doesn't expect Ben to be waiting outside when he comes out with his cake and he isn't sure why on earth he thought he wouldn't be.

"Is it your birthday?"

"Yes."

Ben's grin is lopsided and looks rakishly good on him as always.

"Eighteen?"

"Yes..."

"Hop in, the bars are still open for a few hours I'll buy you a beer." Ben is ushering him back up into the cab.

Ben's piece of shit truck is barreling away from the Hux house before Armie can get the words 'I don't have an id' out.

"What? Nothing?"

"Not really." He stares down at the cold chocolate cake in his lap while the red of the stop light bathes his hands and the bag red.

"Okay." Ben sounds so stern and authoritative in just that one word as he flicks his turn signal on.

They head in another direction entirely and drive in the staticy silence Ben's busted radio allows until Ben is guiding the truck through the thickening brush Armie recognizes as Rossdale park.

"Come on." Ben squirms out of the cab and heads back over the edge of the truck bed, "Come on. Bring the cake."

"Bring the- what on earth." Armie complains but he struggles out and up into the truck bed with the cake all the same.

Ben is sitting on a dirty blanket working open a bottle of beer.

"Why do you have beer in the back of your truck?"

"Dad uses it for camping now shut up and take your birthday beer." He holds it out and with a long suffering sigh he takes it and sits on the blanket next to Ben.

It's not technically his birthday anymore but when Ben pulls a set of camping utensils our of a mystery bag strapped to the side of the bed and starts singing happy birthday comically offkey he doesn't mention it. Just takes the fork and opens the cake packaging.

"Happy Birthday Armie." Ben tells him softly digging his own fork into the middle of the cake. When Armie looks at him, he's bathed in the dappled moonlight of their hiding place, beer in one hand and cake in the other but his eyes are on Armie, it feels like the part of the movie where the music swells romantically and he finds himself swaying into Ben just a little before catching himself and muttering his thank yous.

#rebel rental #ficlet #benarmie #kylux #soft kykux #armitage hux #ben solo

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rebel-rental · 6 years

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The lovers, the dreamers

“I’m telling you if you don’t get choked up during rainbow connection you have no soul.”

“Out of all the songs in the the world, all the heartbreaking overtures, and scores and ballads you choose something from a kids movie.”

“fuck you man, its god damn perfection.” Ben scrambles between them and pulls his mp3 player out and starts frantically scrolling through the little blue lit screen.

“I’m just saying you could have picked Paris, Texas or I don’t know My heart will go-”

The song stops abruptly, and a twangy bango spills out of the shitty stereo system.

Kermit the frog starts singing his sweet and hopeful song. Filling the cab with something quiet and heavy.

Armie stares at Ben, large and spindly beside him. Taking up so so much space everywhere. He takes up as much space on the bench seat that he does in Armies mind…

The orange of streetlights are flooding down and highlighting Ben like some art student film. It would be just another thing if Kermit the frog wants singing about lovers and dreamers.

The song should be hopeful but with Ben’s dark wet eyes on him it feels like something painfully like longing.

The song fizzles out into the staticy silence of Ben’s speakers.

“So?”

“I… I…” He pulls his eyes away from him quickly finally putting his hand on the door handle, “Its an okay choice I guess.” He offers as he flees from the truck into the relative safety of his house.

He presses the heels of his hands hard into his eyes hoping to ease the stupid ache in his chest.

Ben doesn’t try and chase him into the house and tonight. And Armie isn’t sure if he’s pleased with that or not.

#rebel rental #benarmie #kylux #ficlet #self reblog #I know that its pretty early to be rebloging on this blog but i feel like this deserves at least a little more love

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rebel-rental · 6 years

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Rebel Rental: BenArmie au

Armitage Hux, seventeen and three quarters, stares down at his name badge.

Armie

‘This is what happens when you call the man you were supposed to intern with a bloated, nepotistic, old fool. You end up working at the local video rental place to build ‘character’.’

It shouldn’t be that bad, he’s been a bit of a cinephile since he had inherited that projector and all those reels, from a biological mother he didn’t know he had. He would much rather work at the theatre but they weren’t looking for anyone.

So he was stuck at Rebel Rental staring down at a badge with a nickname no one had dared to call him since he punched Thannisan in the throat a few years back.

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Sensations - Rebel Rental

The ceiling is a rich dark wood, and an old ceiling fan clicks slowly as it makes its way in lazy circles, pushing the humid summer air around the den.

Armie isn’t sure exactly what kind of leverage Ben’s father must have over his mother but the den is just the wrong side of perfect. It’s sunk in two steps, the walls, the same rich dark wood, are more shelf than wall. The room is stuffed with cracked leather arm chairs and a couch that had to be older than both he and Ben combined.

The record player is playing a cracking and popping jazz record.

They should be at d&d.

His brothers think he’s there.

Instead he’s here, with Ben, contemplating the circumstances of the Organa-Solo den.

They had been on the way to Bala’s house for their weekly session when he’d gotten a text from Phasma warning him of the Ben related warpath Bala was on.

He hadn’t told Ben why he didn’t want to go tonight, he’d just asked if his parents were home, and here they where.

They had worked too hard on Kylo Ren for Bala to kill him just because he didn’t like Ben.

“You should just make your own campaign.” Ben says from beside him.

When they had collapsed on the surprisingly cool carpet two records ago, Ben had been a good foot away maybe more, but each time he got up to change the record the space between them disappeared. Now if Armie turned to look at him he would get a mouthful of dark hair.

“I’ve never dm’d before.” He says after a long moment.

The night is young and they should be somewhere else, it feels like they are stealing time, but there isn’t an ounce of urgency.

It’s a strange feeling being so close to someone and not having everything bunch up in his chest, tight, tight, tight.

The words are lazy and soft edges as he watches the fan, with its classic weaved blade circle above them.

“You could do it.”

He shrugs and his shoulder rubs against Ben’s, it’s almost skin to skin, it’s intimate and should be frightening but it feels normal.

Like it’s natural that they’d be lying this close.

“Doesn’t mean I’d be any good at it.”

“Bullshit, your good at everything you try.”

At that Armie does turn to look at him, he doesn’t get a mouthful of hair. Ben has turned to look at him as well.

All the calm, natural, lazy warmth of the evening drains away as he stares into Ben’s dark dark eyes, rich and deep and brown like the wood paneling.

Something is happening in his chest now, twisting around and burning and pulling him closer. Like his entire body thinks it’d be in his best interest to be closer to Ben.

It must be the warmth of the evening, or the comfortable atmosphere of the den, or the smell of Ben’s sunscreen faded and fruity but his brain is maybe agreeing with the rest of him.

Ben’s eyes are flickering around his face, dancing across his cheeks and mouth and eyes and Armie can’t help but wonder if he feels it too, that sensation in his own chest, if it’s conspiring with his mind and what would probably be described as his heart like some weird boys only version of ‘kiss the girl’ the entire room urging them towards something that they won’t be able to come back from.

It wouldn’t be like the kiss at d&d which was dramatic and showy and to warn Bala into easing off his affections. There’s no one around, it would be a kiss without purpose.

A kiss for the sake of kissing. Because he wanted to know what Ben’s mouth would feel like, what the exact temperature of his mouth and tongue would be.

Armitage wets his suddenly dry lips and Ben’s eyes are magnetically attached to his mouth.

With a slight push forward along the short pile of the carpet he feels Ben’s nose brush against his own.

It feels like the entire world is holding its breath and waiting for them to make contact. Like he could hear the entire world. Like he could hear the front door open.

Like he could hear the front door open.

“Ben! Help me with these groceries!”

Ben’s mother’s voice rips through the lazy potential of the room and brings everything crashing down around him.

Armie puts the record carefully back into its sleeve and pretends not to be listening to Ben begging his mother to let Armie stay for dinner as he chooses another record. Something more upbeat and less unintentionally romantic.

He sits up quickly and goes to the record player where the record is clicking at its end and Ben rushes up and out of the room to help his mother but more likely to escape.

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