Brothers Best Friend | corbyn besson

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•Corbyn's POV•
He seemed pissed.
BING.
My phone lights up with a snapchat notification from Emma.
"Look, I'm sorry, but I don't think Liam wants us to hang out."
I immediately text back.
"I'm coming over tomorrow."
"Liam's pissed."
"I know..."
"We're just friends. I don't understand why he doesn't want us to hang out."
"Well, probably cause he loves you.... and is jelious that his twin sister is getting his best friend all to herself ;)." I try to lighten the mood.
"Oh god😂 probably."
"So... can I still come over tomorrow."
"Yeah.... I think that'd be nice"
HA! ANOTHER SMOOOTH MOVE. DAAANG I'M ON A ROLL THIS WEEK!
"One more thing." Emma texts me.
"Yea?"
"What's your number."
I give her my number.
-The next day-
After my shower, I'm getting dressed to go to Emma's house. I'm put on a butt ton of cologne, but no too much that it's overpowering. I brush my teeth, fix my hair, and everything else that people do to get ready. Then head out the door. As I'm putting the keys in the ignition, I get my phone out of my pocket and start texting Emma.
Corbyn: I'm headed out right now. Be there in about 15 minuets. To avoid all contact with your brother punching me in the face, should I enter your window, or through the front door.
Emma: Just go through the front door.
Corbyn: Alright.
Emma: Are you afraid of my brother?
Corbyn: No.... It's just I didn't want you to see me beat him in the fight.
Emma: Sureee.
I start driving.
•Emma's POV•
Yay. I gotta wait another 15 minuets even though I've been anticipating this for almost a week. I am up in my room making sure everything is in place, neat and clean. I walk over to my drawer and get out the perfume that I had already sprayed multiple times throughout the day on my body. I do it once more time then put it up in my drawer for good this time.
I hear the doorbell ring. Oh god... He's here.