I stared at the blade in my hand. Corbyn was banging on the door and I could hear the wood begin to splinter. I silently wept and the door flew open. I dropped the blade and it slid down the drain. Corbyn looked mad. He looked more than mad.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. come here" he pulled my hand and dragged me to his room. On his bed was a bucket of KFC. I stared at the bucket of fried chicken and sat down on his bed. We began to eat, but the food stuck like glue in my mouth. We finished our food and Corbyn pulled out The Lion King. We cuddled and talked about why I had the blades. I told him that it was because of my mom. I told him what I saw her say to me. He was clenching his jaw really tightly and he looked like he was going to cry. He pulled out two large suitcases and started to fill his with clothes.
"What are you doing, Corbyn?" I asked.
"Pack your bags. We, are going to Disney World."
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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.
