words i didn't say ~ cmb [COMPLETED ✓ ]

ch. 1

location: marley lake
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"azalea?" i asked.

"yeah corbs?" she answered, smiling.

"will we always be friends? no matter what?" i ask.

"of course corbyn. no matter what happens, we will ALWAYS be friends for life," she says, head on my shoulder, watching the sunset.

"best friends?" i say.

"affirmative, corbs," she laughs.

i sigh," you know how i released that song called the only one?" i start.

"yeah corbs. it went viral!" she says, smiling even wider.

no. no I can't. i can't just leave her here. bestfriends... since birth...

"uhh... nevermind," i push the subject away.

"c'mon corbs! you can tell me anything," she shoves me a little.

i crack a fake smile. no, corbyn besson. don't act like this is okay. I push the smile away and blurt it out.

"it went viral. they offered me a job, azalea." i quickly say.

"CORBYN FREAKING BESSON. YOU'RE GONNA BE FAMOUS!" she yells.

"the job is to join a boyband. in LA," i say, looking down.

"w-what?" i hear her calm down," los angeles? corbyn that's... amazing," I see a smile pop up and i know it's fake.

"azalea..."

"corbyn! go to LA! let your dreams come true!" she says, standing up," don't let me hold you back," she says in a whisper.

"please azalea-" i start.

she runs off before i can get to her.

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azalea 🌺

i can't believe it. LA? that's great.

i run off back into town. bestfriends?

"we'll always be friends... no matter what," i had said.

well shit... that's a lie.

i run into the beach house.

corbyn and i live in maine. we've been best friends since birth. he can't leave...not now.... please not now...

flashback

"corwbyn!" i yell, "look at the cwab!" i said, picking the poor crab up to see.

"whoa! azalea, put da cwab down! it's gonna pinch you!" he warned me.

"aah!" i yelled, dropping the crab as it ran down the beach, into the water.

i clutched my finger, as it had been pinched by the crab.

"are you ok azzy?" corbyn asked.

"owie..." i said as he grabbed my finger and kissed it.

"all better!  he yelled.

i smiled

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i wish we didn't have a care in the world because corbyn is my best friend and he can't leave.

'why?' you may ask. well... here's this thing called 'liking someone'.

yes, i like corbyn. very much indeed.

i run up to my room without saying anything to marielle, the maid.