Meant To Be... (Corbyn Besson X Reader)

Chapter 7

I can't help but think about how she was glaring at me. Like did she expect me to fall for Corbyn?

It was pitch black in my room. It's about 1:00 a.m.

"Psst," I whisper, "Psst Karen."

"Hmm," she grunts.

"You awake?" I ask. 

"Mhm," she turns her head and rubs her eyes, "Did you need something?"

"Just wanna talk to you about something," I say.

She sits up and looks at me, "This better be good. I was just at a Twenty one pilots concert."

"What?"

"My dream," she says, "So what?"

"Christina."

She shakes her head, "What about her?"

"I don't think she likes me very much," I'm crouched up, holding my legs.

"And that matters why?" She asks.

"Because Corbyn and I are friends," I say, "I don't want her to not like me."

"I get that, but I don't understand why that matters or not."

"I just don't want to not be friends with Corbyn that's all," I say throwing myself back down on the bed.

I hear Karen stand up and walk to the bay window. She just stares for a while, "And why do you think she doesn't like you?"

"Well," I start, "when we walked in from the kitchen and saw them kissing, she just glared at me. Maybe she just felt uncomfortable, but while we were watching the movie Corbyn had his arm on the couch above me and as soon as she saw, she took his hand and held it."

I shove my face into my pillow now, "I just don't know why I'm so worked up about this."

I feel Karen sit next to me, "Truth Time."

When we were younger and neither of us wanted to admit our feelings or something we did we would have Truth Time. That's when I told her about my first kiss in 6th grade.

"Do you like Corbyn?" She asks.

"Of course I do," I say shrugging.

"No. I mean like like."

Oh. I lift my head up to look at her.

"No. I don't know. I don't think so. Maybe? Yes?" I sigh.

"There's your answer," she says, "Now I have to finish my dream. Goodnight child."

"I didn't ask if I liked him, you did," I tell her.

"We both know what Christina thinks. You two like each other," she lays down, "I'm surprised neither of you has noticed it. The fact that I had to tell you is just..."

I shout, "Alright I get it. Goodnight Kare Bear."

"How dare you," she says. I laugh.

The last thing I remember before I fall asleep is Corbyn's hand in Christina's.

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