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"FREY- HEY- FREYA. SEAVEY. FREY!" corbyn spoke in hushed whispers trying to grab the girls attention as she layed sprawled across a random couch that was surrounded by the racks upon racks of clothes.
"what do you want?" the girl looked up from her phone furrowing her eyebrows, incredibly confused at the fact corbyn was whispering when they were the only two there.
"you-"
"fuck you."
"you know you want to."
"not for free i don't." freya avidly shook her head somehow managing to keep the laugh tucked behind her very small and only slightly noticeable smile.
"i hate you." the brunette boy deadpanned watching the girl laugh as she shook her head once more this time in amusement, as she stood up from the couch, slipping her phone in her pocket and walking over to the boy.
"you love me." the seavey shrugged her shoulders holding her hand out and expectantly raising an eyebrow as she waited for corbyn to grab it which after a begrudgingly long amount of time he complied to rolling his eyes and letting out a small sigh, despite his familiar smile resting on his lips.
"okay so where are you taking me? why? do the boys know where you are? how do you know the cameras won't follow us-" freya began hesitantly listing off all of her doubts because they weren't exactly anywhere hidden at the moment.
"just come with me." corbyn proceeded to ignore all the questions being thrown his way as he guided his girlfriend down a random hallway where they were filming and out of a door that led somewhere outside. he hadn't remembered how he knew it was there. he just had and now he was using it to his advantage to get alone time.
"and what are we doing here mr besson." freya raised an intrigued eyebrow turning to look at the boy as she walked backwards ever so slightly.
the duo were basically sandwiched between two walls in a tight 'hallway' outside, a gate in one direction and a pretty open space a couple metres in the other.
"that depends." corbyn ran his tongue against his top teeth. "what do you wanna do miss seavey?" he queered following her as she walked backwards and inevitably having her backed up against a wall considering there was a high lack of space for them to move into.
"leave you here alone. maybe aliens will get you." the girl joked placing a hand on her heart. "they'll take you up in their ufos and experiment on you." frey continued tilting her head to the side, sticking her bottom lip out in mock hurt.
