Part 2

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I yell in frustration when I drop the keys to my apartment. This day couldn't get worse. Bending down to pick them up I catch sight of another pair of coffee stained shoes.

Rage fills me as I clench my keys in my hand. "What do you want,". I say clearly agitated.

Corbyn takes a step back, be fore answering, "I just wanted to talk," he said putting his hands up in innocence, which I know he's not, "that's all."

I roll my eyes at his childish mistake, " Why Don't you," I pause shoving my finger into to his chest, "stay away from me!" I finish by pushing off his chest.

I quickly turn around slamming the key into the door, and twist it till I hear the familiar click, I open the door and slam it in his face.

I let out a deep sigh as I am engulfed in the comforts of my home. I step into the kitchen and turn on the radio, Something Just Like This, by Chainsmokers and Coldplay, quickly filled the room. Almost instantaneously I start to hum along, I go to change my coffee soaked shirt, and shoes.

Walking back to the kitchen I hear a knock, and sigh in annoyance as I look through the peep hole.

"What do you want," I shout with out opening the door.

"I forgot to tell you, I have your wallet," he says waving it for me to see, "can I come in?"

"No," I say abruptly, "just leave it by the door."

"No I'm good," he says turning around. "I guess it's mine," and with that he walks away.

Quickly I throw the door open, "That's stealing," I spit out.

He turns to me with a boyish grin, "No," he states calmly, "its finders keepers."

Our stare down last at least a minute. Before I give in, "fine, what do you want,"

"Spend the day with us,". He finishes.

I groan quite loudly, making Corbyn's smile impossibly bigger.

"Fine," I sigh, "where is the rest of you?"

"They're already there," he informed me.

"Oh," I said as I followed him, "Wait where's there?"

"You'll see," he says as he opens the door for me.

What did I get myself into.

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