Brothers Best Friend | corbyn besson

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•Emma's POV•
"Your boring. I'm putting on some music."
He plugs his phone into the aux cord. It starts playing music, 'The Night We Met' by Lord Huron, and Corbyn starts singing along to it. He sounds a man version of Beyoncé. I'm in love with his voice.
I open my phone and start DMing him.
"HOW DO YOU SOUND SO GOOD!?" I erase that. "Your an angel." I erase that as soon as I type it. "Your👏🏻voice👏🏻is👏🏻amazing." I send that.
I look over at him.
He looks down at his lit up phone, still singing to his song. He looks over at me.
"Thanks." He gives me a thumbs up.
•Liam's POV•
I'VE MADE A MATCH!!!
•Corbyn's POV•
I awkwardly pull down my thumb and turn my head back to the front.
We reach Liam's home and pile out of the truck.
"Hey, I'm gonna go home. See ya later."
"Alright. See you later."
•Emma's POV•
I run up to my bedroom and jump on my bed, falling face first, screaming in my comforter. I have no idea why I am this happy, but I am.
-two hours later-
I'm in my room, playing music on my loud speaker, drawing. I get bored, a lot, so I have a whole drawer full of drawing from my whole high school years. In the middle of doing touch ups for an eye, my phone gets a notification.
"Hey." Corbyn's DM reads.
There is another notification that Corbyn Besson has added me on snapchat.
I text him to tell him to talk on snapchat.
I go over to snapchat and add him back.
"Hey." His text reads
"Hey." I text back.
I'm really boring.
"Wyd." He texts.
"Just drawing."
"Send a picture."
"Eww no it's ugly."
"Bet."
"Fine."
I send him a picture of the drawing of an eye.
"Wow. That's good. Do you take art classes?"
"Nah, guess it just comes naturally."
"I actually have a full drawer of drawing from tenth grade to now." I double text him.
"Maybe I can see the sometime."
"Depends. When are you free?"
"Friday night. Eight o' clock."
"Sounds good."