Ben And Ben Quotes Novels & Stories

Beck replied evasively. Ben's expression turned skeptical once again. “And when is the right time?” Ben asked, his tone laced with amusement. “Let me guess. When you find Veronica?” He pressed, but Beck remained silent. “No, man. Think about this. What if she is ACTUALLY dead?” He asked, wide-eyed. “Well, she is not.” Beck answered sharply. “I didn't say she is dead, I only said ‘what if’?” Ben protested. “Well, she isn't!” Beck insisted. “I'm not going to assume that she is, so cut it out, Ben.”

Xavier's voice caused me and Gina to look away from one another. “Of course, we just have to let them have their way sometimes.” Ben sat on the car and threw the car key up, he catched it with a swift skill and it was perfect. Just like the way he was perfect with the steering of cars. “I've not had much food in recent days so I don't think I should argue about worthless things,” I tried to sound cold but my voice was cloaked in joke. Ben chuckled, pocketing his keys. "Worthless things, huh? Like Gina's ego?"

“Sorry it took me so long to get to you, man.” Benji smirked and winced when it cracked open the split in his bottom lip. “We put on a good show, didn’t we?” “Sure did.” Benji nodded over my shoulder. “You’d better go. Don’t worry. I’m all right. Just kick their fucking asses and don’t get yourself killed. You got me?” “I got you.”

Ben told her, almost yelling. "Do I look like I'm in the mood for your lame jokes? How can you just say he went to die and you expect me to believe that?" Parvina shouted. "I didn't say he went to die, I said he told me he wanted to kill himself." Ben deadpanned. "Ya Allah," She closed her eyes and uttered some words Ben didn't understand. "You can't go in there." Ben told her. The argument outside was getting into his ears, he came out to check what was going on.

“Just be careful,” Ben says, before I leave the house the next day. “I’m really happy for you, I truly am. But be careful, okay? I’d hate to see anything bad happen to you.” “I will be,” I promise him. “I already know how awful it feels to even think about anything bad happening to you. I don’t want to have to give you that same feeling towards me. I’m going to be super careful about it.” “And you’ll remember what I said?” he asks.

Ben immediately licked the ice cream quickly. "You like Ben?" asked Eren who sat opposite Ben. Ben just nodded his head with a smile. Now he is busy with his ice cream. Eren laughed at the joy on Ben's face. “Ben, you remind me of someone. I used to have a friend named Ben," said Eren. "Oh yeah? What does he look like?” asked Ben curiously. “He was the bravest man I have ever known. His body is strong and muscular," said Eren remembering his old friend.

I commented. The excitement that never left his face doubled at my question before Ben took on a more serious expression. “Anton called early this morning.” He shared, looking like he was ready to burst at the seams trying to contain whatever it is that had him pumped. “And what does he have to say?” I quirked a brow. For all of Ben’s intelligence, he could sometimes act like a rowdy kid - playful and childish. While I am the more serious one between us. Maybe that was the reason why we worked together seamlessly. We provide the balance to each other's quirkiness.

Becky shouts. "It's me Ben"

“What do you mean, ‘do I’? You told me you use Paul Mitchell! We have to be on the same page for this, Ben. If you say Paul Mitchell once, you have to stick to Paul Mitchell!” “Jesus.” Ben takes a sip of beer. “Lighten up.” He turns up the volume on his iPad, and I flinch. Does he really like that music? “Let’s do another.” I try to control my impatience. “What’s my favorite alcoholic drink?” “Smirnoff Ice.” He grins. “Funny,” I say politely. No wonder he didn’t make it as a comedian. The bitchy thought comes from nowhere. Oops. I clench my lips together, praying my expression isn’t readable. I didn’t mean it, of course I didn’t.…

“How could I be anything less?” He didn’t answer, only chuckled at me, still smiling himself. We didn’t talk for the rest of the ride into town because there was no need to. Ben isn’t a mind reader the way Sam often seems to be, but we just get each other, which makes words arbitrary much of the time.