Brothers Best Friend | corbyn besson

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I casually walk downstairs when I notice Liam is already at the door, talking to the person that is probably Corbyn because he looks ANGRY.
I start to walk faster down the stairs and go over to Liam. I slap him in the arm.
"Liam. Please. We're just friends."
He groans and walks away from the door. I cross my arms and face Corbyn. He smiles at me again with his perfect white smile.
"You can come in."
I stand beside the door while he comes in. I close the door, and we start walking up the stairs while talking. When he walks past me, I try to take in a deep breath, because I smell cologne, and cologne is the literal death of me.
"What do you want to do." I ask.
"Well first I definitely got to see your drawer full of art."
"I forgot I told you about that."
I open the door to my bedroom.
"Make yourself comfortable."
I start to pull out the big drawer of drawings I have drawn in the past 3 years. Corbyn sits on the bed really awkwardly.
"Why are you sitting like that." I laugh.
"Oh, uh..." He slacks back on my throw pillows. I could tell he was uncomfortable.
I place the drawer on my bed and go over to him.
"Sit up." I don't make eye contact with him, but I'm smiling like a fool.
He sits up. I get the pillows out from where he was, only leaving the pillows that are necessary.
"Now stand up."
He stands up, kicking his shoes off by the doorway. "Now, get up to the pillow so there's somewhere to put your back." Corbyn sits down own the bed, and doesn't act shy about it.
"That's better." He says. "Now show me your drawings. I pull the drawer closer to him and get on the other side of the bed, getting on it right beside him, sitting cross cross. I pull out a drawing.
"Oh hey, this ones from the beginning of this year." I say, looking at the back of it for the date. "Here, let me see it." He takes the paper and studies it.