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I think this may just be the very first RPS fic

Title. My Best Friend's Boyfriend
Summary. For somebody so smart, you would think Reilly would be better acquainted with the term 'Freudian Slip'.
Note1. This is a fanfic of a brilliant web comic I've been stalking for a while that needs even more love~♥ Oh. And the end will probably only make sense to the diehard fans c:
Note2. And before anyone asks, no, nothing to do with the song by Ke$ha. It's Ben, people.
Disclaimer. All characters of RPS belong to the brilliant Hiruda.



.•.[].X.

You're like...

.•.[].X.

For the entire first semester of freshman year, Reilly was utterly convinced that Ben wasn't real.

Not in the 'he's faking it' way, however, or at least not so simply. Reilly firmly believed that Ben, in fact, did not exist. The boy was literally perfect.

Perfect grades. Awesome sports skills. Charismatic. Noble. Handsome, popular, kind...the list went on and on. Ben was too good to be true. And more than that, everything he did fulfilled one of her most cherished fantasies. Not that she would ever tell him that, or anyone else, ever. Especially Donna; her best friend's reaction was not something she wanted to ponder.

By the second semester she was forced to admit that he was an actual person, and not a psychological projection of a beloved fictional being inside her head. But, as she got to know the Boy Wonder of Radio High even more, Reilly didn't mind.

She kept her dreams to herself and enjoyed their relationship as friends. Once he and Donna were formally attached at the hip (and mouth), Reilly spent more and more time with him. It was a little unsettling how closely he matched up with her fantasy, but she was able to keep her lips firmly zipped on the matter. For the most part, at least.

But sadly, Reilly had always been a major bull's-eye for Murphy's law.

She wasn't quite certain how it happened, as she had thought that she was alert (being an accessory to murder forced her to keep absolutely absurd hours) if being horribly thrashed at tennis. The next thing Reilly knew, however, she was sprawled on the court and her ankle was screaming in pain. She could just make out, through her teary eyes, Donna and Rico hurrying to push themselves up and scramble over to her.

They shouldn't have bothered. Her opponent had already jumped the net and sprinted the last few feet to her side. The sun, as always, caught his hair just right, painting him a sparkling Prince Charming in red track pants. He gently examined her ankle, making Reilly recall that Donna had once mentioned that he volunteered at a clinic for the homeless between nursing abused baby animals back to health and designing playgrounds for underprivileged children starving in Africa.

Or something. Reilly had been trying to cram for a Calculus test, so she hadn't been paying too much attention to her gushing friend.

"--like a sprain," Ben was saying as she tuned back in. "A minor one, but we should probably get you to the nurse, stat." He flashed a quick, reassuring smile at her and the crowd of their classmates that had gathered. Reilly thought she heard the familiar sound of Donna's dazzled sigh, but her mind went totally blank when Ben scooped her up into his arms in one fluid movement and headed towards the infirmary at a light jog.

Of course he wouldn't offer her a shoulder and help her hobble along at the expense of a few dozen winces. Of course he wouldn't ask her to wait for someone to go and bring the nurse back. Reilly smiled up at the blond, a mix of exasperation and no small amount of affection.

But her mind, she would insist to herself later, was muddled. Sleep deprivation and pain mucked up her thought process, and probably her memory too, because she swore the next words out of her mouth hadn't even passed through her mind before leaving her tongue.

"Thanks, Dimitri."

Ben blinked. "What?"

"N-Nothing!"

.•.[].X.

...a brother to me.

.•.[].X.

Comments

THIS IS HIRUDA 8DDDD HOMGGG

UWAHHHH THAT WAS AWESOME *A * SLDKF SUCH A TWIST!
HAHAHA AT FIRST I WAS LIKE OMGGG IS THIS A BENXREILLY FANFIC? FOR REALLLL AND THEN THE ENDDINGGGG WOWWWW > w <
i NEVER THOUGHT SOMEONE WOULD MENTION DIMITRI HAHAHA
This was such a good lead up XDD I love the descriptions on BENN HOMG > W <

"he volunteered at a clinic for the homeless between nursing abused baby animals back to health and designing playgrounds for underprivileged children starving in Africa." OMG XDD You make Ben such a saint that's soooo awesomeee hahaa it made me swooonnn~ OH BEN~

LOL thanks for this * A* This is definitely the first RPS fanficcc~ <333 OH MAN~ THANKIESSS

*FLAILS*

R-Really?! I'm so glad you liked it! And haha, yeah, it could've gone that way but I was poking around your artsite when the inspiration fgor this struck and I was all like "perfect big brother, hmm?" and then it just sort of clicked about Ben=perfect. And thus this was born.

And I'm glad I was able to do him justice. I was afraid even ridiculously gratuitous amounts of charity and good will towards all wouldn't be enough to convey that which is Ben.

You're very welcome&hearts! I have some other ideas swirling around, so there may be some more within a week or so ;3