Why Don't We Imagines/Preferences

24. Competitive

Corbyn Besson

"I can too do a cartwheel!" Corbyn yelled playfully.

"Okay, do one," I said pressing record on my phone camera.

He put his hands in front of him and he went for it.

I laughed as he fell on his butt.

He got up.

"See, I have made my point, you are not a better gymnast than me."

"Fine, you win." He said wrapping his arms around me.

"I always win," I said kissing him.

"Not always. I won one time in basketball." He said after kissing me.

"Yeah, because you made a lucky 3-pointer at the end." I defended.

"I love how competitive you are." He said and kissed me again.

"Okay, you guys are making us all sick," Daniel yelled coming outside.

I started laughing after we broke the kiss.

"Don't be salty because you can't get a girl," Corbyn said.

"Oh, I can get a girl." Daniel defended.

"If she's a fan, yeah. But, if she's not, that's a different story." Corbyn snapped back.

"Okay, let's settle this right now. Daniel could get a girlfriend if he wanted one. You already have a girlfriend." I said looking at Corbyn.

"Yeah, I know. And she's the best girlfriend any guy could have." He pulled me closer to him, and he leaned down to kiss me.

As soon as he was about to, my phone rang.

I pecked his lips and answered it.

"Hello?" I said.

"Hey, (y/n). You haven't posted your Instagram picture today. Remember you have to be more active on social media's for more followers. Your getting to be more popular, so keep it up." My manager said.

"Right. I'll get right to it. Bye." I said hanging up.

I turned back around.

"That was my manager. He said I have to post on my Instagram. Would you be willing to take a picture with me?" I asked Corbyn.

"Of course." He replied.

"Hey, Daniel. Your my best friend and everything, so you should take the picture for us." I smiled.

"Only if you give me photo cred." He said.

"Sure."

"Okay then," he clapped his hands. "Let's do this." He said as I handed him my phone.

It took us a few minutes to decide what we wanted to do.

As soon as we figured it out the sun started setting, changing the sky to a bright orange tone. Perfect setting.

We took a couple pictures, trying to get it perfect.

When we finally got it, it was adorable.

Corbyn had his arms wrapped around my waist and my arms were wrapped around his neck while I was playing with his hair. We had our foreheads together.

"Wow," I said looking at the picture.

It was beautiful.

The sunset made it so much more romantic.

I put the caption.

I love you more than words can describe and I never want to stop making memories with you. I love you, never forget that. @corbynbesson