Okay, hello everyone!

Its been a while since I've written anything but I've suddenly been enspired with this idea, so I thought I'd give it a go. I know the whole plot line, so you could say its virtually completed, I just have to write it out. I'll try and get a chapter up every time I have a spare moment, I hope you'll all be okay with that!

Title: Smitten

Plot: A girl. A guy. His girlfriend. It sounds like the typical cliché, but lifes not always like the movies. Its not even like the paperback novels.

Rating: T just to be safe, as I will mention / lead up to scenes of sex, but I doubt I'll go into writing them. Also mild swearing.

Ever since I can remember, I’ve loved him.

Okay, maybe not ever since I remember. I mean I can remember crawling up my neighbours garden wearing nothing but my underwear at the tender age of four in chase of their Great Dane, Billy, who was back then almost twice my size. Back then I’d never even heard of Benjamin Fields, so I definitely wouldn’t have been able to love him.

I can remember my first day of high school, so I can remember the first day I met him, and I think it’d be pretty safe to say I didn’t love him then.

But I’m 19 now, I’ve started at University, I’m a grown woman and to me, it feels like I’ve loved him forever. Its been years, that’s for sure. Every night I’ve cried over him has stretched out into the next, creating seemingly endless streams of tears. These streams quickly turned into pools, which turned into lakes. Hell, I bet if I’d collected them all I could’ve filled the Atlantic Ocean by now.

I don’t enjoy feeling like this and I’m supposing that my diary’s got sick of hearing about him. That probably explains why it chooses to hide itself under my bed or under piles of clothes, I once even found it in the cats basket. My mum says its just because I’m untidy, but I know the truth. My diary’s grown bored of my complaints and its moved on, I can’t blame it, I wish I knew how.

Beep! Beep!

A car horn sounds, the noise sails loudly even through my closed windows, and despite my previous thoughts a grin etches over my face. Ben’s here. I instantly grab my bag and make a dash for the door, slamming it shut behind me and almost forgetting to lock it in my haste. It seems like too much time has passed as I open the door and slip down into the passenger seat beside him, even though he only sounded the horn less than a minute ago.

“Morning Benjamin!” I call jovially as I place my bag at my feet, instantly grabbing my seat belt to fasten myself in.

“Shut up Abi, you know I hate it when you call me that.” He snaps irritably in reply. His words cause me to take a glance at his face, a frown is painted firmly upon it, the occasional crease in his forehead from the depth of his obvious despair.

“What’s wrong Ben?” I ask, my voice softer this time as the concern flows through my words, using his preferred shortened-name just as he requested.

“Ellie.” He groans, his grip on the steering wheel growing ever tighter as her name leaves his lips, and its only that one word which causes a mix of feelings to arise in the pit of my stomach. The first and strongest is anger, my protective streak for Ben spirals right from me, how dare she treat him this way? Doesn’t she see she has the greatest boy on this planet, yet she plays around with him almost as if he were a toy? Then comes the jealousy. Why? Why does he put up with her - love her even - when she treats him in such a way? Doesn’t he see he could have better… Doesn’t he see he could have me? Instead of voicing these opinions however, I keep them locked up inside my chest as usual, only allowing the words strictly friends are allowed to use to roll from my lips.

“What’s she done this time?” I asked, and even though I attempt to control my voice, the words still leave my mouth tinged with bitterness.

“Why do you always blame her?” Ben snaps, suddenly angrily defensive. “It might be my fault, do you ever think of that?” He asks me, his sadness now gone and replaced with nothing but anger - and despite the problems she causes him, protection for Ellie.

I flinch at his harsh words, dropping my gaze to my knees as he pulls out of my mothers driveway. “Sorry.” I murmur almost inaudibly, I always seem to be the one apologising.

We drive in silence.

He pulls up outside the University building and I thank whatever powers may be controlling our universe that we got in the same one, despite the fact were on different courses we’ve still remained friends. I push open my door, ready for yet another boring day of lectures in Biology, yet all the time not paying attention as I simply know my thoughts will be constantly riddled with wonders of what Ellie and Ben have argued about this time, and regret that I ever said what I did, spending all day blaming myself for the fight. As I bend to pick up my beg I feel a light hand on my elbow, even the smallest of unexpected touches from him sends a thrill, a spark of electric through me. This action causes me to look up and I’m met with his deep chocolate eyes and dark hair. There’s a small smile on his lips though it doesn’t quite meet his eyes, I assume he’s still worrying about the argument he had with Ellie.

“I’m sorry for snapping Ab, you know I don’t mean it.” He said softly, an apologetic tone sweeping his words. “I just get wound up, I shouldn’t take mine and Ellie’s arguments out on you.”My mind wants to scream out in agreement, tell him once and for all that its not fair, Ellie hasn’t been the first girlfriend he’s come crying to me about to break my heart that tiniest bit more, but she’s definitely been the worst.

Instead, my heart wins. “Its okay.” I reply, offering a weak smile in return. “I’ll see you later.” I tell him, pulling myself from the car.

“Enjoy yourself Abigail.” He teases, the instant he uses my full name I know his mood is looking up, so much so I can’t bring myself to scold him for using it. I watch as his car pulls away, knowing he’s off to find somewhere much closer to the Media buildings to park so he doesn’t have a long walk to his lectures. This thought inspires a small laugh and it continues until I realise his car has long since driven away and I simply look like a crazed loner standing upon the path and laughing to myself. I give a shake of my head, attempting to clear all thoughts of him from my mind before I turn, giving a sigh as I glance at the grey, dreary building I am about to enter before slipping inside.

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