Why Don't We Preferences

He's homesick

Jonah Marais: 

You weren't sure what happened, but today Jonah woke up nostalgic.  Throughout the entire day, the one day he didn't have anything to do, he "watched" Netflix.  In other words, he turned on Netflix, but didn't pay attention to anything as he was too caught up in reminiscing.  You figured he was homesick and devised a plan.  You plopped down next to him and tapped his knee.  "Jo, I have a question," you started.  He paused the random show and turned to you.  

"What's up Cutie?" he asked.  

"Are you homesick?" you tilted your head slightly.  He sighed heavily.  

"Guess I am," he shrugged, playing whatever was on.  You stood up and turned off the TV.  

"Okay, here's the plan, we're gonna go out and you're gonna teach me how to play baseball," you smiled.  He perked up at the sound of the sport and hopped off the couch.  He ran upstairs to get his bat and a baseball, coming down with the biggest grin on his face.  Jonah pulled you outside excitedly.  

"Here's how you bat," he demonstrated before handing you the bat.  He stood behind you and wrapped his large hands around your slimmer ones, guiding you through the motions.  You were a quick learner and he was so proud of you.  He'd toss you the ball and you'd hit it far as he smiled approvingly.  At least he wasn't wasting electricity.    

Daniel Seavey:

You could tell Daniel was homesick easily, though to him he hid it well enough.  You and the boys were enjoying a Chipotle lunch at home.  Jack and Zach were feeling musical and started tapping a beat with the utensils no one was using.  Everything was fine, until Daniel snapped at the boys.  "Jack!  Zach!  Would it kill you to be quiet for an entire meal!" he snapped irratibly.  Jack and Zach froze, dropping the utensils immediately.  Worriedly, you nudged Daniel with your elbow.  He looked at you as you nodded to the boys, who were taken back by his sudden outburst.  

"Well?" you questioned.  

"I'm sorry for snapping at you," he sighed.  

"No, it's cool," Jack shook his head.  

"Sorry man," Zach mumbled.  After everyone finished eating, you cleaned up.  As soon as everything was clean, Daniel opened the fridge, hoping to see watermelon waiting for him, but there wasn't any.  

"What happened to the watermelon?" he questioned.  Zach's eyes widened to the size of platters.  He finished the watermelon late last night, because he was hungry and didn't want to make himself something at 11:39 pm.    

"I did, my bad, I finished it because I was worried that if we left it any longer, it would've gone bad," you stepped in.  Daniel nodded.  

"I'll be upstairs," he muttered.  You sighed.  

"I'm gonna go get another watermelon for him, he's just homesick," you replied, grabbing the keys.  

A while later, you brought a bowl of watermelon up to your shared room and knocked.  "Daniel?  Can I come in?" you asked.  You pushed the door opened and frowned.  Daniel quickly dried his eyes as you sat down next to him.  "Aw Babyboy, homesick?"  He nodded.  

"'S for me?" he asked.  You grinned and nodded.  Needless to say, he felt better after eating his favorite food.  

Corbyn Besson:  

He didn't want to do anything he liked, which automatically told you he was homesick.  You, being the amazingly caring girlfriend, couldn't let him feel like that.  Without him knowing, you called his mom, who absolutely adored you.  You told her how he felt and she gave you the recipe to her Chicken Alfredo, which you knew very well, Corbyn could eat all day.  You snuck out with Daniel while Corbyn was watching Netflix on his laptop, holed up in your room.  The two of you went shopping for the ingredients.  "Okay, I think we have everything," Daniel said, mentally checking off the ingredients in the cart.