... to write has been hovering over me like a swarm of bees. ==
Chapter 6: Words or Weapons?
Ben Tennyson knew he was in for trouble.
Hell hath no wrath than a woman scorn...dammit, why couldn't I have listened?
"You have some nerve, Benjamin Tennyson!"
Ben had to duck to avoid the magicked encyclopedia that was flying straight for his face, narrowly missing it.
The navy blue book thudded onto the RV wall, then plopping to the ground, Ben observing it for a good second.
It was a mistake on his part, as Gwen then lunged at him, growling as her fine manicured fingernails were all aimed at Ben's face.
Ben knew how to avoid that too, having experienced worse things aimed at him. Still...
'You are gonna be so sorry once I get my hands on you!" she shrieked at him, Ben almost genuinely terrified. Gwen really did looks scary when she was mad.
"I already am sorry, Gwen. C'mon, lighten up already!" Ben pleaded in the most un-pleading manner, only aggravating the auburn-haired teen.
"Lighten up? Lighten up?? You spied on me while I was showering! How is that something I can forgive that easily?!" she yelled, trying to levitate the entire stove at Ben.
Thank God that Grandpa's busy getting supplies... Ben thought, deciding to embrace Gwen to prevent her from a...