- 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐔𝐏
❝ you owe me ❞
- in which they're forced to fake date
to cover up an incident that happened
one night at an amusement park.
or in which june moriarty hates corbyn
besson for some undefinable and
indisputable reason...
❝ TO BE HONEST, I WAS STARING AT JUNE'S ASS THE ENTIRE TIME ❞
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"IM CANT BE THE ONLY ONE who's confused right now," Evelina whispered to the two girls she at a table with, "why are we just sitting here in silence?"
Everyone had been scattered around the kitchen, doing exactly what Zach had told them to do; which was be normal— assuming, of course, that they were normal to begin with; which they weren't.
The young boy stared at the dysfunctional group, sighing loudly as he glanced towards the stairs in hopes that Margo would wake up, but it was a quarter past eight and the girl still hadn't gotten out of bed, unfortunately leaving him with the four couples.
He didn't even want to ask what they were doing— mostly Jack, Daniel, and Corbyn. It scared him that he felt as if nothing was out of the ordinary as he watched Corbyn do push ups whilst Daniel stood over top of him, his legs on both sides of the boy's body. And Jack— he was laughing for a reason nobody could explain nor even wanted to explain. Simply, they let him sit there, taking pictures of it all.
June glared at the boys, her face contorting before she looked back at her two best friends. "I don't know what's going on..." she whispered, "and why can't we just wake up Margo?"
The sweet smell of baking cookies had fulfilled the kitchen as the sound of soft laughter was heard near the oven. All the girls couldn't help but glance at the sweet couple minding their business, looking past their boyfriends.
Dylan sighed, "imagine having a normal boyfriend..."
Eve snorted a laugh, nodding her head in agreement as she glanced at where Daniel was evidently entertained for some unexplainable reason. She knitted her eyebrows together, "what kind of guy is entertained by standing over top of a person doing push-ups?"
Juni scoffed with a humorous smile. "Please," she began, looking at the scene of guys, "he's just staring at Corbyn's ass."
Evelina gave her best friend a look, shaking her head. "He's not—" Eve paused, looking intently at her boyfriend eyes. Her expression dropped, "oh my God, he is..."
June beamed a short laugh, turning back to face her friends. "I think your boyfriend is in love with Corbyn..."
Eve pouted, a small smile playing on her lips. "My boyfriend might just steel yours."
Juni glanced at her, not speaking for a moment before she cracked a smile. She nodded, bringing her hand up in which Evelina had high-fived. "It's fine," the girl chuckled, "we can just get married."
