heroes → corbyn besson

28 | diabetes

april 16, 2017
11:57 am

i don't think the boys notice that my face is literally melting.

"guys we should probably go inside somewhere since my face is melting from the heat." zach said dreadfully.

it's like he read my mind.

"i agree we've been walking around for like 3 million hours!" corbyn exclaims.

"can we go back to the house and chill?" i ask impatiently.

"great idea lana!" jonah yells.

"here i'll call an uber." daniel states as he pulls out his phone.

"for now let's get frozen yogurt?" i ask while pointing my finger towards the small frozen yogurt shop in front of us named frog frozen palace.

"hell yeah!" corbyn fist pumps the air enthusiastically. i laugh at his silly action as we cross the street to the frozen yogurt place.

jonah opens the door and a little bell rings indicating we have entered. the walls were painted baby blue with pink ice cream cones aligned at the top and spreading across the shop. white stripes run along the walls with machines filled with many delicious frozen yogurt flavors.

we all walk over to the cups that vary in different sizes.

i put my hand on chin as i decide what size cup i want. i mean we just had brunch and i'm not really hungry but i love frozen yogurt.

corbyn walks up to me and gets in the same position i am but more childish. a small airy laugh leaves my mouth.

"what size are you getting?" i ask with a raised eyebrow.

he hums and pretends to scratch his beard. i chuckle. "i think small."

"ok then i'll go small also." i say with a grin. i pick up the small cup and i walk along the wall side by side with corbyn as we search for the right flavor.

"i don't know what to get." i bluntly state.

"me neither." corbyn replies.

"wait i have an idea!" i blurt out causing some of the other customers to break their necks and look at me weirdly.

i cover my mouth for a mere second then i let it drop to my side.

corbyn chuckles. "now what's your idea?" corbyn asks curiously.

"let me pick your flavor and you pick mine." i say with a mischievous smile.

he smiles and nods his head. "but we can pick our own toppings." he adds on.

"deal."

we both go to different ends. i scan through the flavors and my eye lands on the one.

vegan peanut butter.

i smile to myself devilishly as i put the cup under the machine. i pull the lever down and it comes out in swirls but honestly it doesn't look that bad. i look across the room to see the rest of the group already up front and paying. my eyes search for corbyn and i see him with my cup with something that's pink.

it can't be that bad can it?

i walk over to corbyn and he gives me smirk. we switch cups and i can already tell by his facial expression that he's nervous. i look down at my cup and my yogurt looks really grainy so i'm also slightly nervous.

we walk on over to the topping bar where many different types of assortments are lined up with scoopers ready for us.

i scan the topping bar trying to find the best toppings to replace the taste of yogurt in which i'm afraid to try.