Ben Ten Big Chill Novels & Stories

Directly next to the G Wagon was a rusty red, dilapidated, slammed, 2022 Honda Civic. Standing in front of both vehicles was Ben, a middle aged man whose cologne severely overpowered the stench of the garbage nearby. He was wearing an Adidas track suit, a well worn pair of Gucci loafers, entirely too much gold spanning from his fingers to his neck, and a pair of Versace sunglasses. He had pepper grey hair that seemed as though it were permed and then slicked back. “Come on, come on. Time is money now, I got the keys.” Ben exclaimed as he grabbed Lucas by the arm and wrapped his other arm around him for a quick greeting.

They were both bad dancers and watching them throw it back was funny as hell. I was tipsy as hell and I knew it but that didn’t stop me from standing up when Chloe reached out to me and dragged me to the dance floor. Giggling loudly when Cardi’s UP came on. Chloe and I spent hours screaming the lyrics out in the past and now, it’s no different. “Big bag bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga Man, Balenciaga Bardi back and all these bitches fucked It's big bags bussin' out the Bentley Bentayga, man