I woke up the next morning, and rolled over and looked at my phone. 8:23. I got up and got dressed.
I put on jeans, a black crop top, and a flannel jacket. I straightened my hair just to touch up a couple spots, threw on some light makeup and walked out of my room by 8:34.I walked downstairs to see Jonah with a cup of coffee in his hand.
"At least someone likes coffee here." I chuckled, grabbing a glass out of the cabinet and beginning to put ice in it.
"You drink coffee?" He asked.
"I can't survive." I started to make a cold brew because Jonah had a fancy coffee maker for the house. I chose Hazelnut creamer and poured some in the glass of ice.
"I like you already." He smiled.
"You didn't like me yesterday?" I say, pretending to be hurt and grabbing chest dramatically.
"Not what I meant but sure." He smiled and looked at his phone.
I finished making my coffee and sat on the couch. I pulled out my phone and Jonah came over and sat on the other couch.
"So what do you do?" He asked.
"What?"
"Like for fun?"
"Oh. I dance... Play volleyball.. and my friends and I play softball sometimes."
"All sports?"
"THANK YOU" I yelled dramatically.
"WHat tHe heCk?"
"People always say dance isnt a sport and it drives me insane."
"I meant... Do you do anything besides sports but your welcome."
"Oh I like painting a lot, and sometimes if Im alone I sing but nothing major."
"You sing?"
"Don't get any ideas old man."
"I just wanted to hear-"
Before he could even finish, I cut him off.
"No, did you miss the part about being alone? Im not talented enough to sing in front of people."
"Oh come on. Your a Besson. You gotta have some Corbyn in you."
"UGH. Fine. But can we at least go outside so I don't wake the boys up?"
"So I get to hear?" he asked excitedly.
"YEs. ArE yOu DEaF-"
I drag Jonah outside, and my anxiety starts to build, getting nervous to sing outloud in front of someone.
I had only ever sang in front of Lucas back home. Not even Corbyn. Nobody knew I sang, because I swore Lucas to secrecy.I didn't want anyone to know I sang like my brother did. That could end badly.
"Im waiting MisS ThANg" Jonah blurted.
I rolled your eyes and with one last deep breath, began singing "Hall of Fame" By Gabby Barrett.
(if you haven't heard that please go bless your ears and look it up on youtube, gabby is actually amazing thank you-)
When I finished I just looked at the ground, and slowly tilted my head up towards Jonah waiting for a reaction.
"MADELYN." Jonah blurted in awe.
"What..?" I stuttered nervously.
"HAS CORBYN HEARD YOU?"
"No..."
"Madelyn you are so talented... How have you never sang in front of anyone?"
"I don't know... I just don't like being judged I guess... I don't want to take the risk of anyone not liking me.."
"WHO WOULDN'T?"
"Who wouldn't what?" I looked over and saw Corbyns head peeking out the glass door he opened just enough for his head to fit through.
I gave a worried look to Jonah and mouthed "Please Don't"
"Uh.. Who wouldn't... like Harry potter...Right?"
"Yeah- I mean everyone likes Harry Potter right...?"
Corbyn rolled his eyes and closed the door and walked away.
"Thank you..." I sighed in relief.
"I just thought you should be the one to tell him you can sing. Not me." He smiled.
"We will see. Maybe."
We both walked inside, and Corbyn, and Jonah, and I, decide to chill on the couch until everyone comes downstairs so we can figure out what to do for the day.
I really just sang in front of a literal famous person. *THE* Jonah Marias. The one every fan of Why Don't We fangirls over. And he liked it. Maybe Corbyn should hear. But not just hear it. I need the boys help.I finally decide to show them all *Besides Corbyn* my voice, and they fangirled over it. Then I popped a simple question.
"Will you guys... help me write a song?"
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Baby Besson
FanfictionMadelyn is Corbyn Besson's little sister. With Corbyn getting together with his band Why Don't We, Madelyn is invited to live with them because she can't part with her older brother Corbyn. Little did she know his band mate was gonna be cute... But...