- 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...
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MOST OF THE STICKS WERE on the far side of the beach, over near the bottom of the cliffs where nobody really went or swam. It was always so dirty over there, but the best pieces of neglected wood seemed to be there. So, Juniper Moriarty and Corbyn Besson walked in step through the sticky sand.
Neither said a word, but they did exchange glances from time to time. It looked like they were teenagers on their first date, scared to make a move, scared to say something that will mess things up, and scared of the tension that was evidently there. However, they weren't on their first date, and they weren't teenagers anymore; but the scenery made it really close for them.
June was thinking too much about things she shouldn't be thinking about. She shouldn't have been thinking about school at that moment. She shouldn't have been thinking about what had happened. And she definitely shouldn't have been thinking about what Corbyn had said— but she was.
Part of her wanted to punch him for saying it, another part of her wanted to punch herself because deep down, she knew it was true. She knew she was hurting the ones around her when she pushed them away, but she couldn't; she just couldn't after everything.
If there was one thing she had learned the last four years it was to never get too comfortable. Never put all your trust into someone else's hands, because that's the moment you give them power. Juniper Moriarty had done it before and she wasn't going to do it again. She was the only person she could rely on, and deep down, she hated that.
Corbyn Besson felt the utmost guilt looking over at her as her gaze downcast to her feet. She wasn't even looking for sticks at that point, she was just lost in her thoughts. He knew they weren't good thoughts either, and he felt like he was to blame. He didn't want to call her out, but it was true and he knew she knew that. Which is exactly why he shouldn't have said anything.
She was never like this before. He knew her before and she didn't have this barrier— wall— that just blocked people off. They used to tell each other everything; but that was four years ago. Though, not a day went by that he didn't miss how they used to be.
They used to have this click, this connection where they just never got sick of one another. It was like they wanted to spend every moment together. But now, they had a tension that was quite unexplainable. It wasn't that they wanted to get away from one another, but it was as if there was some neglected feeling that just lingered, refusing to be ignored.
Corbyn wanted to talk to her, but he was scared. He'd think that after all these years, he'd be used to talking to her. But he wasn't— he hasn't been since she started hating him.
