Zach Herron's P.O.V.
We watched Jack perform onstage. I'm very amazed at what they showed. Jack hit a long and high note, making my jaw drop. I'm pretty sure the rest were amazed too. This is just too awesome!
Daniel Seavey's P.O.V.
I got up from my seat, walking to the lobby after the play was over. "That was a really good show."
"Agreed!" Zach beamed. Jack was currently in his dressing room so we decided to wait for him while talking about the show. Jack then entered the lobby, smiling at us, "Hey, guys."
He reached for Sam's hand and held it. Sam smiled, "Hey."
"Woah, woah, woah. What's going on?" Zach asked. Sam bit her lip and looked down. Corbyn jumped up and down, "They're a couple! They're a couple! My ship is sailing!"
Sam shook her head, facepalming.
"Corbyn, relax. It's not a big deal."
"Uhm, yes it is, George Washington!"
Jonah clapped Jack in the back, "So you finally had the balls to ask her out."
Jack glared at Jonah and Sam laughed, "Come on. Let's get out of here."
"Okay." Jack answered. Man, he looked whipped.
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Corbyn Besson's P.O.V.
I was at home, laying on the bed when I got a text from Sam.
Sam 😎 - Hey, me and the guys and Leia are going to Olive Garden for dinner.
Corbyn - Okay. Have fun 😊
Sam 😎 - What?
Sam 😎 - Come with us
Corbyn - Idk. I'm kinda tired.
Sam 😎 - You sure?
Corbyn - I don't know.
I sighed, trying to figure out why I'm feeling sad or upset. I mean, am I...? Am I sad? Or upset? I mean, I'm not sure if I'm sad or upset. But, I'm definitely not happy.
Sam 😎 - Wait for me. I'll drive over later.
Corbyn Besson's P.O.V.
I laid in bed, texting Dylan. We stayed up all night and into the early hours of the morning, just texting each other. And I'm already happy with that. I looked at the time, realizing that I have to get ready for school. I groaned, "I don't want to."
I just want to stay home and talk to Dylan.
Dylan - Corbs. You need to go to school.
Corbyn - But school is boring. And relatively pointless. Like when am I going to use point-slope form to do my taxes or read a book? The answer is never.
Dylan - i know. But I can't just let you stay home because of me. You have to go to school. Remember how much you told me that you really want to make your parents proud?
Corbyn - Yeah
Dylan - Then go and make them proud.
Corbyn - Okay.
I got up, preparing myself for school. I picked up my phone, texting Dylan again.
Corbyn - Can I ask you something?
I anxiously wait for a reply, pacing back and forth.
Dylan - Sure. What is it?
Corbs - Will you be my boyfriend?
