"Y/N, please put your phone away. We are at the table. It impolite!" My Dad exclaimed. I put my phone in my lap and it buzzed.
BANG! My dad slammed his fist against the table. He led out him hand and I gave him my phone.
"I'll be keeping this for a week, Got it?" He asked. I nodded and continued to eat my dinner, but it was like glue in my mouth. I excused myself and scraped a piece of potato into my dogs bowl. He ate it happily and I smiled at him. I walked to my room and again belly flopped onto my bed. Tears welled up into my eyes. How am I supposed to text Corbyn? I hugged my mermaid pillow and played with the sequins on it until I fell asleep.
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Something Different Corbyn Besson x Reader
FanfictionYou are a waitress at a coffee shop and a very cute boy comes up to you. You talk and he gives you his number, and you give him yours. You later find out that he is part of a very popular band, and this affects everyone's opinions on you.
