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꧁THIRD PERSON꧂
The bike came to a stop in front of Corbyn's house. The girl followed after Corbyn to the front door. Once there she waited for him to open the door so that she could clean his face but to her surprise he just turned around, looking at his feet. "I really think I should take you home". Olivia rolled her mouth before speaking up. "And I really think you should open the door and let me help you". The two went back and forth until Corbyn finally accepted that the girl was not leaving anytime soon. He opened the door and waited for Olivia to step in until walking in after her. They took off their shoes near the front of the door and quietly walked upstairs, towards Corbyn's bedroom.
Corbyn reached his hand towards the door handle when he heard footsteps coming from his parent's bedroom hallway. He quickly opened the door and pushed Olivia inside, he was about to step inside until a voice boomed through the hallway making the boy freeze. "CORBYN MATTHEW BESSON WHY ARE YOU HOME SO LATE?" an older woman spoke. Corbyn refused to meet her gaze but spoke up. "Mum... this really isn't a good time, I'm sorry. I promise I'm fine, and I'm just tired and I got caught up with friends so I didn't notice the time". he lied straight through his teeth. His mother gave a sigh of relief before speaking once more. "Goodnight Corbyn". "Goodnight Mum". His mum walked back in the direction she came from and he walked straight into his room.
When he entered, he saw the girl sitting on the end of his bed, hands on her lap, eyes focused on the wall to her right that was filled with space posters. He walked in, closing the door gently behind him. "You like space a lot, hm". she spoke gently, and quietly yet she wasn't whispering. Corbyn responded with a hum, nodding his head gently. "I should clean you up. Um, where's the first aid kit?" she asked waiting for the boy's instructions.
Corbyn made his way into the bathroom, with the girl closely behind. He got the kit out, leaving it on the black vanity. The girl took out bandages, two small washcloths, and a small bottle of peroxide. She opened the tap and put one of the washcloths under, she twisted it to get rid of excess water, and turned to wipe the dirt and blood off his face, however, he was taller than her, she got on the tip of her toes and still struggled. Corbyn noticed the girl struggling and tapped the vanity, indicating to sit on it. The girl understood and walked to the vanity, using it to lift her body with her hands, then sitting on top of it. Corbyn didn't want to get too close to her, however, she had to lean to reach him. Getting annoyed the girl took the top of his shirt, pulling him between her legs. "I don't bite, idiot". she said under her breath.
Corbyn did nothing but a small smirk made its way onto his lips. She took the washcloth and started to gently clean the boy's face. She took some peroxide put it on the other washcloth and gently tapped the scratches on the boy's face, she noticed the small bruises that were forming around his face. Once she was done she bandaged the small scratch on his forehead and went to jump off the vanity, but Corbyn's hands made their way to her thighs, holding her in place.
She looked up, straight into his eyes. Olivia hadn't realized how close they were together until she felt his breath fan her face. They maintained eye contact for a while, without a single word shared between the two. "Thank you". his raspy voice spoke. "Anytime". she said just above a whisper. Olivia looked down at her lap and Corbyn immediately let go of her. He took a step back giving her room to hop off the vanity and returned everything into the first aid kit, throwing away the bandage wrappers. Corbyn walked back into his room, with her following.
"Text your parents, tell them you're staying at a friend's house tonight". Corbyn said going to the door next to the bathroom and opening it. "Corbyn, I can just go home, it's fine. Plus I don't have clothes". she responded whilst looking at the boy whose back was facing her. "It's nearly midnight. They'll kill you, text them, now". He said digging through clothes for something to sleep in. "Fine". the girl sighed in defeat.
Olivia called her parents telling them that she was staying at a friend's house. And after the thousands of questions like 'whos house?' 'how far?' etc, after telling them lies after lies like her friend was a girl, they finally agreed, saying goodnight to her parents she hung up and looked back at Corbyn. "So smart one, now I have to sleep in jeans, I can't brush my teeth, and I don't know where the guest room is because I am not sleeping in the same bed as you". she stated. Corbyn poked the inside of his cheek with his tongue. He walked back into his closet and got some sweatpants and a hoodie, he walked back out throwing them at Olivia. He then walked into his bathroom and opened a cabinet to get a new toothbrush out of, handing it to Olivia.
"Can you stop complaining now?" he asked. "Can I use your bathroom to change my clothes and brush my teeth?" she asked more questions. "Yes, just hurry up cause I need to brush my teeth, also don't walk into the closet, unless you wanna see me naked". the boy winked before letting out a laugh making the girl smile and shake her head, "ew, go away."
They both laughed and walked into separate areas of the room. After Olivia finished changing, she unlocked the bathroom door, indicating to Corbyn to come and brush his teeth. After Olivia finished brushing her teeth she walked back to the bed where she saw Corbyn on his phone laying with no shirt, just grey sweatpants. 'Of course, he's in grey sweats with no top.' Corbyn noticed the girl starring at him and smirked at himself returning his eyes to his phone screen. "Fuckin hell, he looks so hot"... "Thank you". the boy replied. "What?" the girl asked confused at the boy's random words. "You called me hot so thank you". He said a small giggle coming out of his mouth. The girl's face turned bright red before she looked quickly towards the ground. "I said that out loud?" she asked him softly. "Sure did, beautiful". he responded followed by another small giggle. 'Of course, he giggles, so fuckin cute' her thoughts came in before a yawn escaped her.
"Anyways where am I sleeping?" she inquired. Corbyn looks up at her and smirks, tapping the empty space next to him. "No, absolutely not, this house is two stories. Are you seriously telling me that there's nowhere else?" she stated while staring at the boy her arms crossed. "Well we have a guest room but it's right next to my parent's room and they don't know you're here". the boy responded, running his fingers through his hair.
The girl shrugged and walked out of his room after the boy told her what room was the guest room. When she got closer to the door, she could hear noise coming from what she assumed was Corbyn's parent's room. It sounded like someone had just gotten off the bed and was walking around. The girl made the decision to quickly retreat into Corbyn's room, shutting the door as quickly and quietly as she can. Turning around she saw Corbyn in the bed asleep. She got closer and noticed how the boy was asleep on his back with his left arm spread across, what was supposed to be her pillow. She slowly got onto the bed. Careful not to wake the boy up she moved his arm so that it was on his chest, then laid down on her side of his bed. After a while the girl's mind finally relaxed, her eyelids welcoming the darkness.
