Being Corbyn Besson's Bestfriend (completed)//Zach Herron Fanfic

Part 4

corbyn's pov

i'm talking to the guys and then all of a sudden my mom tells me that i need to get paperwork from the front office at school. i didn't know what kind of paperwork but i didn't question it. i tell the boys i gotta go pick up something from the school.

i arrive at the school and park in the drop off lane. i look to my right to make sure no one notices me. but when i do that someone does notice me. it's ava. she starts walking towards the car and i roll down my window. 

"what are you doing here?" she says.

"my mom told me i had something to pick up here"

"that's weird because your mom told me she could give me a ride home. oh wait... i get it now. she set this up."

"oh A i'm sorry if i would have known i wouldn't have come."

"whatever. i still need a ride though"

"i can give you one if ya want"

"i don't want you to but i don't have anyone else"

we don't talk much of the ride until we're almost to her house i say

"how come you don't drive yourself to school"

she says," i do but today i got a ride from someone and they drove off without me saying i need a ride home too"

"what asshole did that?"

"ask one of your bandmates"

"which one?"

"idk."

"you don't know his name and you went in his car?"

"well i figured i've got nothing to lose so why not? and you're not the boss of me."

"i'm not but i care about you A."

"thanks for the ride" she says and leaves.

(switching to ava's pov)

i finally get home after that terrible ride. i unlock my phone to see numbers texting me.

Unknown: so you say you don't know WDW? (also with picture with me and corbyn)

i got multiple of those. i ignored them all and went upstairs to my room. i looked out my window and looked across and remembered the times corbyn and i would have our walkie talkies and talk when our parents went to bed. i keep my walkie talkie on the window cell. as i'm staring out the window i see a figure in corbyn's room. he's a bit shorter with brown hair. i realize he's changing with the blinds open. how smart. he takes off his shirt and i can see him abs defined. he notices me looking and waves. i shyly wave back. he sees that there's a walkie talkie on corbyn's window cell. he picks it up and speaks into it

"you like the show?" he says

"no not really. it would be better if you put clothes on"

"well you see i'm changing and normally when people do that other people shouldn't watch."

"well normally people don't change with their blinds open."

"you got me there wait do i know you?"

"don't believe we've met but i think i saw you the other day when i flipped out of a couple of your friends"

"oh yeah" he giggles "that was quite a show"

"why thank you"

"well i actually have to get dressed but if you don't me to shut the blinds just say the word and it'll happen"

"you're gross"

"actually no i'm zach but are you sure you want these blinds shut?"

"positive" i say as i shut my blinds.