𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 || 𝐜𝐦𝐛

56

first person

"don't call me besson." he mumbles, i raise my eyebrows at him. "oh why? because you pin my against a wall." i whisper in his ear, plumping down next to him. "don't challenge it." he says back at me, batting his eyes at me. "besson. besson. besson."

"serenity lynn don't try me."

"oh? i'd love to try you- wait no. let's just go to bed." i suggest, turning on my side. maybe i have a desire to have sex with corbyn. no i don't, you thought. "oh so you call me 'besson' and don't expect me to react?" he asks, laughing just a bit. "shut it besson."

he huffs as he lays down next to me. i find it odd how i can have sex with his bandmate but not him. "night besson." i whisper, slightly laughing. "serenity you really need to stop." he says back, pulling on his side of the blankets. "fine. corbyn."

and there i slept the whole night. with a few distractions, like car horns or sirens in the distance. but i kept close by corbyn, digging my nails into his forearm whenever those sounds passed. he didn't wake up though, heavy sleeper. "corbyn- i'm scared."

he tucks my head under his chin, and rubs my back. attempting to calm me down. but it's no use. "ren honey, just try and sleep. please, i'm right here. i'll protect you." he whispers into my hair, kissing the top of my head.

it's about nine o'clock and his phone goes off. waking both of us up. "we have to get up ren." he says, rubbing his eyes leaning over to shut off his alarm. "whyyyy, i want to stay in bed." i whine, stretching my arms towards corbyn. "serenity." i roll my eyes, someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed. "fine- besson!"

he turns to me and kisses my forehead, then gets up out of bed. "serenity don't say that." he sighs, pulling his backpack up and going to the bathroom. "i love you!!" i yell, getting out of my bed. "love you more ren ren."
"see besson."

"ren stop." he says, as i hear the shower turn on. "besson. besson. besson. you can't make me." i challenge, opening my closet door and see what to wear. "you wanna see?" he asks, opening the bathroom door with a towel around his waist. "no not really- besson." he rolls his eyes as he backs into the bathroom.

i pick my outfit for the day and go back to my bedroom. waiting for corbyn. "besson hurry up i really have to pee." i whine, knocking on the door. "like on a scale of one-"
"open this door right now or i will kill you." i say, within a minute the door opens with corbyn fully dressed but dripping hair. "my hairrr."

"i still need to get ready too you know. move it." i say, squeezing past him and setting my clothes in the sink. "but-" i look at him and cross my arms. "besson, let me get ready." he grabs his stuff and leaves the bathroom. i shut the door and get undressed then do my things.

i grab my purse and then corbyn as we make our way to the door, and of course corbyn forgets something in my room. "my phone, what if the boys call?" he says, running back to my room and grabbing it then coming back out. "now let's go." i say, closing the door behind us and going to the car.

we both get in and buckle up, then i start my way to where corbyn told me to go. "can we get dunkin? i want coffee." i ask, looking over to corbyn as i come to a stop. "sure, since we have twenty minutes to kill."

coffee and donut orders later we make it to my therapy appointment. and on time. "are you ready? remember to me honest with her." corbyn tells me, giving my hand a squeeze and getting out of the car. "i will corbyn i promise you."