close encounters of the

split it wit my biddyfiddy-fiddy, down the linekinda like "close encounters of the 'cavity' kind"i'm talkin licorice kissestalkin chocodile smiles "in the seconds it takes her mom to read the email and start screeching like a pterodactyl, lona grabs her phone and taps bennett’s contact. he answers on the first ring and all lona can hear is georgia’s most promising state senator trying to break the sound barrier. ‘I was just about to call you,’ bennett says. he sounds like he’s laughing. or crying. maybe he’s doing both. his mom continues to scream in the background. ‘I called you first, though,’ she shoots back because she needs to argue with him a little, or she’s going to cry. "otherwise known as the fic where lona and bennett finally talk about feelings. a little. because they had to be doing something between the last debate and prom.