Chapter 11

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Corbyn was leaving today for a week to go see Christina. Meaning, while I wasn't at dance, the boys and I were going to start the song for Corbyn. You rolled over and looked at your phone realizing it was 7:43. You knew if anyone was up it was only going to be Jonah, and maybe Corbyn packing. You got up and put on this:

You took your curling iron and put some loose waves in your hair:

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You took your curling iron and put some loose waves in your hair:

You took your curling iron and put some loose waves in your hair:

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You did some light makeup and it was now 8:37. Curling your hair always took forever. You grabbed your phone and walked downstairs and started making coffee. Jonah walked up behind you.
Jonah: "Ready for that new song?"
Mads: "SHhhhsh I think Corbyn is awake. But yeah, I'm more nervous though."
Jonah: "Why are you nervous?"
Mads: "Were you nervous when you released Taking You?"
Jonah: "Ohh that kind of nervous. Thats normal."
Mads: "Yeah. Hope so."
Jonah: "Oh by the way.. why did you get so like, weirded out when Jack mentioned your dad?"
Mads: "Uhm, I just, I only live with my mom so.." You said trying to hide any hint of emotion.
Jonah: "Mads, I don't think your telling me everything."
Mads: "Maybe I'm not but Jonah I don't know you that well. I- I'm sorry.."
Jonah: "No, Its okay, whenever your ready you can tell me. The boys would be okay with it too."
Mads: "Im surprised Corbyn hasnt told you guys already but, I think you will find out eventually."
You walk upstairs and your thoughts were cut off running into Corbyn. Your face lit up but of course it was fake. You just didn't want him to ask what was wrong.
Corbyn: "Hey sis I need to talk to you before I leave."
Mads: "Yes I know stay away from the boys and no going in eachothers rooms I'm not dumb."
Corbyn: "Sis."
Mads: "FINEEE" You went in his room and sat on his bed.
Corbyn: "Good thing you have heard this before, I won't have to elaborate. What's Rule 1?
Mads: "Six feet away from the boys."
Corbyn "Rule two?"
Mads: "I'm not allowed in their rooms and they aren't allowed in mine."
Corbyn: "And...?"
Mads: "And if they try to go in my room I have to punch them."
Corbyn: "Rule three?"
Mads: "No bikini's if we go swimming."
Corbyn: "Last rule?"
Mads: "If all else fails, remember, no dating the boys, and call you." You just kept answering in monotone, slightly smiling thinking it was funny, and rolling your eyes at Corbyn.
Corbyn: "Good girl. I gotta go, love you mads."
Mads: "Love you too bean."
You both walk downstairs and as he is walking out the door, he yells:
Corbyn: "MADS REMEMBER THE FOURS."
Mads: "Yes Cornbean. I know."
When he was out the door, the boys started questioning you.
Zach: "Whats the fours?"
Mads: "His four rules about being alone with boys."
Zach: "And those are?"
Mads: "Stay six feet away, Im not allowed in their rooms, and they aren't allowed in mine depending on who's house were at, if they go in my room I have to punch them, no bikini's if we go swimming, and if all else fails I have to call Corbyn.
Jack: "wooow"
Dani: "I don't blame him. Your a pretty girl, he doesn't want you dating anyone he doesn't trust."
Mads: "Yeah but your his best freinds. I don't see the point im just the little sister."
Dani: "Anyway... when are we doing this song?"
Mads: "Question- can we write a song in a week..?"
Dani: "Not really... but we can do lyrics and start the music, and then just try and work on it whenever we can hide it from Corbyn."
Mads: Okay, I have dance at 3, so we can work on it until 2.
You all headed downstairs to the studio to begin working on the song. Soon enough Corbyn would hear you. And he would realize you could actually sing. All those years he wanted you to sing with him at christmas, you refused. But now, there was no turning back.

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