A Regular, Friendly Check-in

[BENNY MOORE]

Benny had gotten texts from Darcy in the past. He'd gotten the hysterical, joyful voicemails telling him that she had found somebody new to get her over such and such a boy before. He'd GOTTEN the semi-crazed facebook messages and relationship status change messages telling him that she had a new boy in her life before. Somehow, even after living through all those experiences that were each crushing in their own right, he had come to conclude that in fact NONE of them could compare with when he was actually talking with her in person. There was something about the happy way she would squeal and giggle and beg Benny to understand how this new 'boy xyz just HAD to be the best boy in the whole wide world for her!' and how 'he's totally different! I swear he won't be as horrible as the last douchebag' always managed to make it hurt far more than all the other, impersonal means combined.

Walking through the halls of the prestigious Ice Palace always made Benny dreadfully aware of how little money his mom was raking in. Sure, it was enough to send him to a good private high school, but it certainly wasn't up to par with what the people living in such a fancy schmancy place made in a year. Sometimes that worried him; if he finally worked up the courage to admit his feelings to Darcy...what if her dad didn't approve? What if he wanted a richer boy for his daughter? That happened, right? Of course, it would be a horrible time to start being picky about her boyfriends, what with all the creeps Darcy had managed to find, but what if Benny was the straw that broke the camel's back?

Pushing his glasses farther up his nose, partly to make sure they were still there and partly to make sure they didn't fall off again any time soon, benny started fumbling around with his keychain, trying to find the right one for Darcy's apartment. Hell, he had had it for EVER. He could hardly remember a time when he hadn't been able to waltz right into the Hart household without anyone batting an eye.

Reaching the door to the apartment, he got one last, loud sigh out of his system, before he would be trapped in an hour of "oh yeah, he seems totally great! I'm sure he'll be totally awesome for you! Best boyfriend ever!" when he was absolutely POSITIVE that there was already one boy who could be better for her.

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It could be said, about Darcy, that she fell in 'love' way too fast. Perhaps this was to do with an insecurity within herself, or that she was replacing her parents neglect with the care of a boyfriend; but too little, romantic, Darcy Hart it was simply like walking on the moon. It was her addiction, romance. From chick flicks to harlequin novels, Darcy loved love! hart was right in her name, and that was always what she thought with. Unfortunately, this made her a little vulnerable. Like, for instance, when she broke up with a guy, or got dumped, it crushed her.

Luckily, she had the greatest, bestest, most awesome friend a girl could ever dream of having. Benji Moore had been her best friend since they were four and a half. And since eighth grade, when Darcy realized how truly beguiling the male side of the species was, he had proven to be a loyal com padre. Whenever her little heart was smooshed and crushed into pieces, he'd be right there burning presents the boy had given her, and cutting the douchebags faces out of every photograph it laid upon. Popcorn and manicures would inevitably follow. But it was more than that! Instead of being like most people, when she found a new guy, he'd never nay say. Never tell her that maybe she was jumping in a little too fast. Again. He was supportive and sweet, smiling and telling her that he couldn't wait to meet the guy that would light up her world for an average of two to six months.

Of course, Darcy didn't really know what was behind those empty smiles. This probably had a lot to do with that whole thinking with her heart thing, because anybody with a brain (that they used) would have to know that Benji loved her. Blind, deaf, people in CHINA knew! But Darcy, in her ignorant little world, had figured that he was gay. Not that he was feminine, but he never seemed interested in girls, he would talk (more listen) for hours on the return of cashmere, or how Sienna DuVal wore a plum sweater with a red pencil skirt. Also, he got manicures.

But, blind and in 'love', she was not forcing herself to watch every musical ever made. EVER. Which turns out, is a lot. Currently she was on The Rocky Horror Picture Show, which she wasn't really following, other than the fact that everyone seemed to have their drinks spiked with viagra in it. And so, after five minutes of on screen madness, she texted Benji to get their asap to keep her company. The popcorn was popped, and she was dressed in her super cute Spongebob Jammies, she was waiting, utterly bored in her living room.

And then the song Toucha Toucha Touch me came on. True, to Darcy's taste, Rocky was about a 7, but the song was so catchy. First she was rocking her foot, then her hip, which ended up in her full on bouncing around on the sofa gleefully. As Benji entered, she let out a delighted squeal, tackling him over the couch with a firm bounce, causing both to fall on the floor. "Hey there Stranger." She said, straightening his glasses, her eyes sparkling as she laughed.




TAGGED||BENJI BENJI BENJI BENJI
WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[BENNY MOORE]

Benny wasn't particularly surprised to hear music blasting through the apartment. Darcy was a known musicphile, and it was in fact a rare occurrance where he didn't walk in on her dancing like a maniac mexican jumping bean true athlete. Usually, the music was a selection of hip hop, or something all too gangsterishly popular for it to be familiar. Today's selection, however, seemed to be altogether too prissy and froofy for it to be something that Darcy would ever listen to. He couldn't quite make out what the lyrics were, but the high pitched squeal of a girl's voice was all he needed to figure out that this was not a song about lies or dynamite or whatever.

Unfortunately, he didn't have time to contemplate this change in tune at length. Almost immediately he was knocked off his feet and sent tumbling onto the floor, a certain member of the Hart family residing on his chest.

"Hey there Stranger."

With his vision restored as she readjusted his glasses, he felt his heart swoon, just like it did every time he saw her. The perfect face, the perfect hair, the perfect body, and all of it belonged to some new boy now, some boy Benny hardly need to meet to know the personality of. he could guess it right now. Some stupid douchebag that would treat her horribly and illicit an intense break-up that she wouldn't think she could handle.

"Hi, um....stranger," he laughed, smiling up at her. God, why couldn't the perfect time come a little bit sooner?

He used his eyebrows to motion towards the television. "Did this boyfriend hook you on a new band already?"

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Darcy's smile widened when Benji greeted her back, not bothering to get off from him as he commented on the music. True, it was not her usual taste. Generally she liked something a bit more poppy, or some rap. Stuff you can really dance too. But a little mock pout formed on her face as he insinuated it was the new boyfriends doing. Couldn't she expand her horizons on her own? She didn't need a guy to show her music, in order for her to try it out. Though she did only listen to Opera when she was with Charlie, and Latin Pop when she was with Esteban. But that didn't mean that she couldn't! "No!" She said, too quickly, too defensively. She couldn't lie to Benji, even if she really wanted too. "Maybe." Darcy admitted, giving a two second sulk at him figuring her out before rolling off him on to the floor. "But it's not a band. It's a musical. The Rocky Horror Picture Show."

Her tone had a 'so there'-ness about it, though she didn't know why. With only a moment to consider before her darting mind would dash else where, she supposed it was because he simply assumed. "I've been having a musicals day. I didn't think there would be so many." Her voice had a tinge of its usual sheepishness before she became distracted again. "Hey! Where are your pajamas?" Her tone went to accusatory, but light; all the while wondering if she had remembered to mention for him to bring sleepwear. "Oh well you have some- OH! crap, I wore your shirt last night to bed. It's in the laundry. Hrmmm, I could get one of Daddy's... He has some tee shirts he's suppose to use for vacay's and days off. But you know... he doesn't take those." Sitting up as she spoke, Darcy seemed to have no trace of resentment when talking about her Father's work schedule. Besides, she knew Benji understood. If James Hart was a Workaholic, then Bianca Carmichael should get an intervention for work addiction. Darcy probably saw her Dad more often than Benji got to see his Mom. Guilt began to creep a bit, though it was out of her control.

Getting to her feet, she helped Benji to his, her grin turning wily at the corners. Benji was really great, and he always kept in good humor at Darcy's mercurial antics. She couldn't really imagine him being overly surprised that he was tackled when he entered. "Well come on, it's not a slumber party with out pajamas, and I'm obviously the only one prepared." She play scolded, pirouetting towards the hallway. "Aren't these, like, way adorable?"

Almost prancing to her room, she continued to talk, expecting him to follow. "So, I'm sure your dying to know all about him." Him, being Eric. "Well, I've broken the mold a bit, you'll be happy to know." It was obvious she was bursting to tell Benji everything, not realizing that it probably wasn't his most favorite topic. "Not a trace of Jock or Douchebaggery in site. Actually he's an artist." Darcy made no attempt to hide the slight swoon in her voice as she dug around the 'Benji Drawer', which was created for when he would forget various cloths on their numerous slumber parties. "You know, I should have really gone in that direction sooner. Artist, I mean. Sensitive and sweet. Though I can't say I know too many of those- OH! Here they are!" She tossed his p.j. pants at him, grinning widely.



TAGGED||BENJI BENJI BENJI BENJI
WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[BENNY MOORE]

All he had to do was give her a raise of the eyebrow to that statement about the "MUSICALS!". She knew better than to assume that she would get off the hook so easily just by saying that it "wasn't a band!" The point was that she would totally go head over heels for whatever piece of tail she was following nowadays, and totally change herself just to have something to talk about with them. Honestly, it was so stupid that she would suddenly find herself "totally in love" with whatever genre of music or art or clothes or WHATEVER whenever she had a new boyfriend. Benny just wished that he could go back to when she was single and always the same with him, instead of having some new obsession every time they saw each other.

At the mention of pajamas, he bit his lip, knowing that he was totally empty handed. Pajamas? Since when did she say that he would be sleeping over? Of course, he should have naturally ASSUMED that it would happen, simply by knowing Darcy, but still, it was totally out of the blue for him. He could hardly get a word in before she kept her train of thought rolling and then all at once leapt to her feet and dragged him up with her.

To be honest, he was pretty much used to only getting a word in every now and again when with Darfcy. It was part of what he loved about her. He didn't have to really strive to keep conversation moving. She did it for him. All he had to do was be along for the ride and put in his two cents every once and a while and she'd be happy.

He followed her like a lovesick puppy towards the bedrooms. Honestly, he'd totally gotten past the point of being creeped out by wearing her dad's clothes. He'd done it enough times in the past that now he practically could consider Mr. Hart's closet his own.

He had to mentally check himself to keep his eyes from ragging a little lower than waste level while she had such....promiscuous clothes that she was wont to wear on. Honestly, sometimes he thought that she had to be consciously choosing her outfits just to mess with him. There was no way that she could just sit there and say "Hmm, what should I wear for when Benny comes over. I KNOW! I'LL WEAR MY SHORTEST SHORTS! THOSE'LL BE PERFECT!"

...On second thought, that sounded pretty much like dead on Darcy.

As she twirled and pirouetted through the hall to show off an outfit which Benny personally thought ought to be illegal, if only to keep from ruining the childhood memories of children everywhere, he gave a slightly forced, "Hells yeah, the adorablest!" while keeping his eyes firmly planted on anything other than Darcy's derriere. It would be a massive faux pas to be caught checking her out at this point in time, especially when his main purpose here was to confirm the fact that her new choice of boy was "The bestest!"

Aaaaaand there she went again: off on the boyfriend track. Oh! How absolutely perfect her new beau must be! Not a trace of douchebaggery, huh? Didn't she say that about every Jersey Shore clone she managed to dig up? Not that he held it against her, of course. He thought that it was just another endearing trait about her. She was someone who needed to be protected against the evils of the world. She was naive and trusting enough to think that every Joe, John and Dick in the world would keep her as safe and love her as much as Benny would.

At the mention of artistic prowess being more her cup of tea, Benny felt his eye give an involuntary twitch. SERIOUSLY? It had taken her this long to figure out that artists were the better people to date? Whatever, that just meant that she was at least on the right track. Maybe it would be sooner than he thought that she would turn around and say "Hey! I've got a fine, caring artist for me sitting right here in my living room!"

Well, probably not, but he could hope, right?

"Isn't 'Artist' usually code for 'Tortured Soul That's Going To End Up Living In His Mother's Basement?'"' He quipped, flopping down on her bed and idly picking up the book that lay on her bedside table, entitled "Musical Theater for Dummies".

"Already raiding the libraries for this boy? What else have you managed to dig up for him?," he quipped, giving her what he had come to define as "the look" that usually followed any and all boyfriend talk.

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Oh, he was teasing. Typical. He had to get the rundown on her fellow. In an attempt of smoothness she tried to stash away her 'acting lessons' flyer that she had gotten off from the announcements board at school, so as to not get the 'You don't need to change yourself for a Guy, Darcy' speech. Sitting on the bed, he already seemed to find the "Musical Theater for Dummies" book she had nabbed from the library.

"No. 'Artist' as in a thespian of sorts. You'd like him, he's very talented. He composes and sings, plays some instruments." With the flyer safely in a drawer she turned back to him. He'd surly notice her using the word 'Thespian' as it was out of character for her usual vocabulary. "You might know him. Eric Lonesinner. Sweet, shy, wears a white mask." She had to admit that there was a certain tortured quality about Eric, even if she didn't say it aloud. But it wasn't his fault he was dealt a bad hand.

Benji teased her for researching on Musical Theater, and a pink blush crept up on her cheeks. Her grin curled all the same, mistaking is teasing for light heartedness than jealousy and concern. "Listen here Bub." She said, unable to even pretend to have a serious face. Perhaps she could use an acting class or two. She poked him in the chest, her blue eyes locking on his, as if to rise to his challenge. "I can try knew things. They don't have to be to impress a guy. I'm expanding my horizon. Culturing myself." She leaned forward, her nose close to touching his.

"Got a problem with that Moore?"

Her face was calm but hard, almost daring him to give an affirmative. But almost in an instant, it softened. "Oh hey!" Darcy's voice had lost it's tone of playful threat, and had switched to an almost child like wonder. "Don't move." Her tapering fingers reached up, her face shifting once again; this time from soft to careful concentration.

She removed his glasses, pulling them up so they'd rest on top of his head. Her movements were careful, hand steadied from years of applying make up. Like as a butterfly, she picked a single eyelash that had fallen on to the bridge of his face, and held it up to examine, shifting herself to sit next to him on the bed. "An eyelash." Darcy stated, as if being the first to discover it. "They're lucky. Make a wish."

She herself closed her eyes, thinking hard on her own wish, which she figured would carry on with his. But what could she wish for? She had basically everything. A boyfriend, pretty good grades, she was doing well in cheer-leading, progressing in kickboxing. She had wonderful friends... Benji! She could make a wish for Benji. Concentrating, she smiled as her wish crossed her mind.

I wish Benji was happy.

Opening her eyes, she waited for him to make his wish too.




TAGGED||BENJI BENJI BENJI BENJI
WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[BENNY MOORE]

Benny had to make sure to restrain himself from snorting at Darcy's defense of her artistic new love interest. She DID love to show off her use of big words when she felt her affection under attack. He wondered whether she had learned the word Thespian from the book of play terminology or had just picked it up from the new guy. He hoped it was the first, because Benny doubted any guy who actually went around referring to himself as a "thespian" was good news.

As she described him, Benny could practically see the break-up scene rolling through his head. He would be sitting there on there couch with her as she cried her head off, and he would be worried that she would get dehydrated she would be letting loose so many tears, but she would just shake her head like always when he told her to drink something and keep on crying about that 'big, stupid jerk! I totally should've known something was up right from the start! No nice guy wears a freaking mask!' and then Benny would nod sympathetically and just wait for her to find another guy to abuse her and start the cycle all over again.

Well, he probably shouldn't dwell on all that unpleasantness, right? The advice books he'd read all said that thinking about future problems only made you unhappy. he should be thankful that she liked him so much as a friend right here and now. The truth was, BENNY was the one currently on her bed, right? BENNY was the one who was currently spending the night, not some scumbag Eric. Sure, the intentions weren't the same, but he should be grateful for the time he had with Darcy instead of worrying and whatever.

As she laughed and poked him in the chest accusingly, he couldn't help but feel a certain rush. He doubted any boyfriend of hers had ever been able to have so much fun with her. That was something that was specifically reserved in her heart for Benny. No asshole that had been in her life had ever been able to get this close to her, practically touching faces, and just appreciate exactly how gorgeous her eyes were and how delicate her features were. Benny was the only one who was able to keep his hands off her when things got this close.

He froze as she barked out a command, softly sliding her hand up his face to move his glasses and retrieve just a simple little hair. That was the other thing he loved about her. She could get so excited over something so insignificant. She could think the world of the tiniest little detail and she could cherish every moment.

"You really believe in those things?," he mocked, waiting for her to smile and laugh it off, but she seemed so intent, so dedicated to savoring the wish that he felt obligated to follow her lead. There was no harm in it, right? If it ended p being something stupid, then it wasn't like he would be heartbroken, but if it actually worked then.... that was no loss, right?He closed his eyes, feeling slightly stupid, but that wasn't anything new. There was only wish that he desperately wanted to come true, anyway.

I wish I could finally be the boy for Darcy.

Not like that was coming true any time soon, but he at least made an attempt.

"So... do I have any other magic hairs on my face you need to grab, or can we do something else now?" He flashed her a devious grin, plucking the eyelash off her outstretched finger. "Not that I have anything against the power of the almighty eyelash, but I still seem to be lacking a shirt to sleep in."

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Giving the Naysayer a grumpy face, she rose from her bed, thinking about where her Dad kept his shirts. "You know what, Mr. No Nonsense, I hope your wish does come true so you can be shocked as hell when it does." She pushed his glasses back down to the brim of his nose. "And I'll be right there say: 'Told you so', when it does. Though... I won't know if it happens, because everyone knows if you tell your wish than it won't come true. It's like the laws of wishing, or something." She looked at his un-pajama'd body, and snapped her fingers. "But, right, you change, I'll get you a shirt."

Her step hand a little bounce in it, as she exited the bedroom lightly. Darcy may not be particularly smart, or even (arguably) maturity, but she did have grace a lot of girls would kill for. Darcy rarely stumbled, at least on accident. If there was a fellow she liked, she'd use the 'I'm a helpless damsel who needs assistance picking her books up' routine. In her life, she had had, so far, twelve boyfriends. Not that she had slept with them all, oh no. Only two had gotten that privileged.

But twelve ex boyfriends.

Twelve heartbreaks.

She opened her Father's drawer, frowning at an awful picture of her smiling with braces on top of the dresser, and dug around a bit. Picking out cloths for men was a delicate process. Coloring was a little different than when one dressed a female. Girls had to worry about two things: One, dressing to match a season. To wear lime green in the middle of autumn was a fashion no-no, for example. Second, they would have to use the seasons colors, and dig futher to find what colors in said season were appropriate hue's for said girl. Again, we use the example of lime green, which looked gorgeous on ladies of darker hues (though too dark and they looked like a contrast board), but on pale girls they looks almost sickly. Men were a horse of another color. They could wear basically any color in any season, within reason, though they had to dress to match their personality. In Darcy's opinion, for example, black and various shades of plum were most attractive on Eric; whereas grays and blues looked nice on Benji. It was just how it was. Exceptions could be made, but with caution.

Darcy found a soft cotton gray shirt with navy blue trimming, and smiled at her success. Walking back to her bedroom, she opened it just enough to toss the shirt in. "Hurry up Moore, I wanna watch the movie." She teased, closing the door quickly and walking back to the living room. Joe Friday, who had managed to sleep through the earlier ruckus, lifted his little head at Darcy in interest. Darcy gave a kissing noise in his direction, before he laid his head back down and she began fiddling with the remote. It was a complicated, chic, thing; unfortunately this meant the buttons weren't labeled. "Stupid remote... I just want to... restart." Finding the skip button, she flipped it back to where Janet and Brad got to the castle (i.e. the part where it got interesting), and pushed the pause button waiting for Benny.

She stretched out on the floor, laying on the soft plush carpet, restlessness creeping up on her. Darcy had never been one for 'sitting still' or 'behaving'. She wanted movement and adventure! She wanted to dance! Time Warp seemed like a good dancing song, upbeat and fun. When Benji entered the room, she looked at him with a trademark the imperious Hart look that she had gotten from her Father, and said in an informative voice: "We're dancing."




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WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[BENNY MOORE]

Benny didn't really know what to do other than stand there awkwardly as Darcy chided him for not believing in the power of magic eyelashes. It really was uncanny that she could stand there and pick the ONE SINGULAR INSIGNIFICANT ACTION which had to do with him wishing for only her. Sometimes he swore she HAD to have some kind of internal radar, just picking out moments to make Benny feel all the more jealous and thoroughly crushed.

As she left the room, Benny sighed in relief, glad that he had a moment to collect his thoughts. He didn't know what it was, but there was something about being around Darcy that just made his tongue tie itself in knots sometimes. Well, anytime she brought up a boyfriend; other than that he could joke and laugh and kid around with her like the most eloquent Shakespearian actor, trained for verbal perfection. Whenever she brought up the concept of relationships, however, he felt like a stuttering mental health patient - at a loss for what to say.

Slowly moving to the official "Benji Drawer" he dug through the masses of clothes he had left in the apartment. It was always a pleasant surprise to see how many articles of clothing he had managed to leave behind with the Harts. He had yet to find a single shirt or pair of pants from any of her other boyfriends, and he planned to keep it that way.

Finally, he decided on a pair of fleece pajama pants that had been a gift from Darcy in freshman year. With a pattern of white fluffy clouds on a sky blue background, he could hardly resist them. It had to be JUST when he was changing out of his pants that she opened the door to toss in the shirt, of course. Benny swore that he froze like a deer in the headlights for a full five minutes before he continued the process of changing. No matter how many times he changed clothes in Darcy's house, he would never get used to the fact that Darcy was so indifferent about it.

Sheepishly, Benny stuck his head out the door, having fully changed into the new outfit. Darcy seemed to be fully captivated by the television, mashing buttons on the remote like her life depended on it. He had to restrain himself from laughing at her facial expressions as the screen apparently didn't follow her orders. Darcy always got so offended when inanimate objects didn't obe her every whim. He remembered when she was younger how she would pout at the rain clouds outside the windows when they couldn't go outside to play, daring them to stick around and see what she would do to them.

As he slunk out into the living room, she cast her gaze on him and informed him that he would be joining her in some dance that he had a sinking suspicion she had learned from this Eric kid. Somehow he knew that it had been a bad idea to leave the sanctity of his hiding spot in the room.When she hadn't known that he had been watching there had been no danger of being dragged into a dance.

"Why am I not surprised?" he asked her, shaking his head while still managing a smile. The truth was, he would go through any kind of foolish activity for Darcy as long as it seemed like it would make her happy. "Well, c'mon. I haven't got all day! If I'm going to be used as soem kind o prop then you can't waste my time! Get on with this thing!"

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Darcy stuck her tongue out at him and his sour tone, but was otherwise unmoved by it. Benji, though the greatest friend a girl could have, could be such a bugger when he had the mind to be. Even as children, he was obviously the most serious of the pair. "Gee whiz, Nancy No-Nonsense, I can hear the excitement dripping from you." Even as she chided him, her brilliant smile flashed in his direction. Pressing play, she popped a piece of popcorn into her mouth, and hoisted her graceful leg up behind her, stretching impressively. Years of gymnastics, cheer-leading, and more recently kickboxing, had made the young woman limber.

It's astounding
Time is fleeting
Madness takes its toll
But listen closely

The build up was fantastic, a little dark, and definitely riddled with a hidden sensuality. Darcy placed her foot down and spoke with Magenta, reciting the line from the song: [b]"Not for very much longer-"

[/b][/color] Mimicking Magenta's throaty voice sounded weird on Darcy's own lilting one, and the giggle the followed it was definetly out of character.

I've got to keep control
I remember doing the Time Warp
Drinking those moments when
The blackness would hit me


And the void would be calling

Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

Her movements had an almost rave-like quality to them. Her honey brown hair bounced with her every thrust and gyration, and her radiantly bright eyes flashed up in Benji's direction as she grabbed his hands.

It's just a jump to the left

And then a step to the right

With your hands on your hips

Trying to get her dear friend into the spirit of things, she placed her hands on his hips, moving them in the circular way that the movie exhibited, unaware of the idea that she could be making him uncomfortable. It would seem that Darcy would wander through life, completely oblivious to personal boundaries. She released him, jumping on to the couch in her excitement.

You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

She hopped up and down, not even feigning choreography, only to hop up and land sitting on the couch for Magenta's part. Mouthing the words, she gave Benji a sultry look that matched the thickness of the song.

It's so dreamy
Oh, fantasy free me
So you can't see me
No, not at all
In another dimension
With voyeuristic intention
Well secluded, I see all

Darcy burst out laughing, falling onto the floor, her long legs in the air. She was filled with a great sense of fun, as she continued to mouth the words, while she took the moment to catch her breath.

With a bit of a mind flip

You're into the time slip

And nothing can ever be the same

You're spaced out on sensation

Like you're under sedation

Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

EXCITEMENT ONCE MORE! The song was almost bi-polar with it's us and downs, and constant surges of energy and madness. It suited Darcy entirely, with each of the characters bringing something to the table. Riff Raff was her almost sensible side, bursting out of the seems when things became exciting. Magenta was exciting and cool, with an almost Elvira-goth-chic thing to her. And man, did she rock out the frizz! And Columbia was pure fun and fancy free! Speaking of Columbia, Darcy was back on her feet, doing her best sexy-female-elvis impression.

Well I was walking down the street
Just a having a think
When a snake of a guy gave me an evil wink
He shook-a me up, he took me by surprise
He had a pick up truck and the devil's eyes
He stared at me and I felt a change
Time meant nothing, never would again

Fanning herself, she continued hopping around and dancing in trademark Darcy style. She was an unbreakable source of energy sometimes, and this was sometimes. Oh this was definitely sometimes.

Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again


It's just a jump to the left

And then a step to the right

With your hands on your hips

You bring your knees in tight
But it's the pelvic thrust
That really drives you insane
Let's do the Time Warp again
Let's do the Time Warp again

The song finally winded down, and she bounced over to the tv, pausing it as she caught her breath. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her breath had sped up from all the movement. Whoo. Nice moves their, Benny Boy. Want something to drink?" She asked, her eyebrow arching, and her lips curled at the corners. Benji was truly one of the funnest people she knew. And, whats better, she could be silly without him looking at her strange. She was always just Darcy being Darcy to him. Perhaps because she could just be Darcy when he was around. the great rouse of the Mythical girlfriend, or the act of being the all American cheerleader need not apply when she was with Benji. Giving him a fleeting smile, she skipped off to the kitchen, to dig around the fridge a bit. "How about a Redbull?"



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LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
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[BENNY MOORE]

Her constantly happy-go-lucky way of teasing him inevitably made him laugh, breaking his fake, stern persona for a moment. She knew exactly what to do to make him let loose a little and be playful with her. Outside these apartment walls he would be an impenetrable bubble of blankness to other people, but with Darcy in front of him, happily jumping to her feet to dance to a DVD musical, he was able to cut loose, if only just a little.

Benny would have been all too happy to just let Darcy dance around him while he questioned the lyrics of the strange song, but before he knew it, she was sweeping him up and placing her hands all over his body. He instinctively tensed up, both from the surprise of the whole situation and the fact that, well, having Darcy's hands that close to his nether regions was just a bit too much to handle. For the moment, while she gyrated and danced wildly with him, he was a living statue, frozen by the merit of his own thoughts being incapable of making a decision. Should he dance back? Should he remind her that she had a boyfriend? Should he simply pass out from the mental anguish that it was causing him?

All too soon, and yet simultaneously all too quickly, she had forsaken him to leap upon the couch, leaving him bewildered and at a loss for what to do. Could she honestly just jump on a couch in musical fervor after messing with his head like that?

Before he could even recover from the major mind fuck, she was back on the floor, apparently trying to seduce him with the lyrics, playfully miming it out to him. He continued to stand as still as a rock, merely watching her. A million different thoughts were running through his pitifully weary brain. If he made any movement whatsoever it would end up with bad things happening. She would take it the wrong way, or she would go with the flow and assume he was trying to dance and then go back to the awful/wonderful gyrating and he would die a little inside.

His plan worked! Soon enough she was on the floor, kicking and squealing and well...whatever. Darcy-ing. It gave him a moment to zone out and dissect the implications of the naughty dancing. SHe hadn't meant anything by it. She had done it merely because he was the available dance partner. If anything, she did it so she would have practiced a bit when the time came to dance this song with her new boyfriend. Right now he was just her mannequin.

And he was okay with that, for the moment, if it meant he didn't have to try and do that strange dance with her again anytime soon.

"Whoo. Nice moves their, Benny Boy. Want something to drink? How about a Redbull?"

He blinked a few times, trying to figure out what exactly was going on. Finally, he slumped onto the couch sinking into the cushions and hollering out: "Uh, yeah, sure! Whatever you want! I don't really care much, y'know."

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"Uh, yeah, sure! Whatever you want! I don't really care much, y'know."

Darcy smiled, grabbing the four pack of redbull, her heart still racing from the dancing. Benji had never been much of a dancer really. Of course, she had never really seen him dance with anyone but her. Maybe he just didn't like dancing with her. Opening the fridge, Darcy dismissed this idea. Benji loved doing everything with her! Even things that he wouldn't normally like. Grabbing a pint of ice cream from the freezer, and grinning at the Ben and Jerry's Mint Chocolate Cookie label, Darcy knew she had it made rather well with her best friend. She really ought to tell him that more.

Walking back with a single spoon, the ice cream, and the red bulls; she stopped in the walk way and smiled at him for a second, watching him sit on the couch. "You know," She began, crossing the living room, tossing the drinks on one side of him, and sitting on the other. "You really are just awesome. Coming here, watching musicals and being awesome." She popped the lid off the ice cream and took a bite or two, watching Tim Curry talk about being a sweet transvestite from transsexual Transylvania. Her train of thought eventually returned on track, and she looked at Benji's face, tugging at his stubble a bit. "How'd I get so lucky, to get a bestie like you?" She put the pint in his hand, and reached over him to grab a drink.

Settling in, she laid her head on his lap comfortably, and watched the movie. It was, again, hard to follow. Chaos, utter chaos. Munching the popcorn, she watched as Janet and Brad went up to the sciencey room, where this okay looking guy in gold underwear was made. At this part, Darcy let out a girlish giggle, looking up at Benji briefly. "I think I know what to get you next Christmas."

Then this guy, who was kinda chubby, came in on a motorcycle, and began starting some shit. Darcy thought briefly as to how he got a motorcycle on the second (third, fourth, fifth?) floor, but figured it did not pertain to the story. Columbia wigs out in her pants, but Dr. Frank gets a pissy and stabs the chubby motorcyclist with an ice pick, and then precedes to leave with Rocky, the okay looking guy. Presumably so that they could play checkers.

But then Dr. Frank went into Brad and Janet's (separate rooms) and seduced them. There was literally no questioning that, given their silhouettes. "Oh my." Darcy said, a little embarrassed, as a pink blush crossed her cheeks.


TAGGED||BENJI BENJI BENJI BENJI
WORDS||I dunno
LYRICS||KIDS GOT SASS - COBRA STARSHIP
CREDIT||RORA @ HOS

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[BENNY MOORE]

Really, he was used to her practically having her hands all over him. That was what he had to keep telling himself. The fact that she had her hands softly pawing at his face was totally no big deal. This was something that practically happened every day. It shouldn't mean anything to either of them. It certainly didn't mean anything to her. She thought she was just playing. The only person that would really get this special treatment from her with any sort of seriousness was that mysterious Eric guy.

"You know, you really are just awesome. Coming here, watching musicals and being awesome. How'd I get so lucky, to get a bestie like you?"

He laughed at her hopefully rhetorical question pretending that the praise was no big deal, like it didn't make him feel like a personal victory against the faceless new boyfriend had just occurred. "You know how it is," he said, laughing it off, "Sometimes I think it's just my cross to bear. Some people aren't that smart, some people aren't that rich, but my one mortal failing is that I'm too singularly amazing."

He leaned back in his seat, laughingly swatting her away from his face as it was his duty to do. If he let her keep lying there on his chest, softly feeling his face it might turn into the awkward sort of situation that he had been carefully avoiding for that past high school years since she had made her glorious return.

So he sat there, awkwardly watching the incredibly freaky nonsensical scenes play out in front of him on the screen. He didn't understand a single bit of what he was being subjected to watch, but that was supposedly part of the fun? As long as Darcy was having a good time or whatever then he supposed it was worth it.

Though....now that things were getting subsequently stranger and stranger, he had to admit that it was a bit hard to stomach, well, everything. Not that he wanted to be mistaken. There was no way he was like, some kind of prude or anything, he just really thought that this entire like, making someone to have like, sex with them thing was just maybe pushing the line, just a bit. Especially since everything had to, you know, be put to a musical score. It was like, a bit.... irreverent? Was that word.

Finally he had to question it. "So umm.... is this what ALL musicals are like? Cuz we might run into a problem if I'm expected to watch this every, I dunno, weekend. I'm gonna need years of therapy just to recover from THIS."