Wait, Who Dis? || Corbyn Besson

4.5

i wake up to the smell of waffles, i immediately wake up and head down. i see my mother making waffles and placing on the table. i walk over to try some, but my mom stops me.

"nope, get dylan and taelyr." she shoo's me away.

'ugh, fine." i groan. i make my way to taelyr's room to see her sleep talking.

"guess what ?" she asks. i lean closer, to hear more.

"i hid a grill cheese in my butt." she laughs. what the fuck is wrong with her. i wake her up before she speaks again. she wake sup almost instantly.

"is there food?" she asks.

"yes." i respond confusedly.

"ok good, i was gonna go asleep if there wasn't."

"shh, and just go downstairs." i shut her up. she gets up and wobbles to the kitchen. i peek through dylan's room to see him on the ground. i rush over and shake him.

"wake up estupido." i continue to shake him.

"what do you want, estupida." he flutters his eyes open.

"food."

"then go get some." he tries to sleep, but i shake him again.

"but i can't if you're not there." i whine.

"ugh, let's go." he rolls his eyes.

i smile and drag him from the arm. we all make it downstairs and finally eat. we spoke about the outfits, and everything else going on in our life.

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it was time, for me and dylan to trade bags. i pass him mine's, while he passes me his.

"you go first." dylan tells me. i slowly open the bag, to see fur everywhere. i pull out the items, and i see a furry top with a furry skirt. i turn and pull up my middle fingers, he laughs. i pull out the rest and i see some kid glasses, with the ugliest heels i've ever seen. they had flowers everywhere, witha 3-d butterfly placed on them.  he then hands me a belt with huge flower on it, i roll my eyes.

"thanks, i love it!" i sarcastically thanked him.

"no problem." he smiles.

"your turn," he frowns, he grabs it and closes his eyes. he pulls out the first thing in the bag which was the glasses and the choker.

he turns my way, he smiles.

"i'm gonna use this to strangle you." he threatens.

"not if i use these heels that belong to our neighbors garden to stab you." i smile sheepishly.

he continues to grab the clothes out the bag. the onesie peaking through, he looks at it confusedly. he pulls it out to and sighs in disbelief, he reads the bum out loud.

"you like it?" i laugh.

"totally!" he groaned.

he dumps everything out the bag, he looks at everything and he whines about how dumb he's gonna look.

"you know what?" he asks.

"what puta?"

" i hope you break you ankle." he turns to look at me and brings his middle finger up to my face.

"put that finger back or it will end up some where else."

"where?" he smirks.

"up your asshole!" i shout, caused me a hush from my mother.

"get dressed, sweet pea." i smile and make my way up to my room.

—

i look at myself one more time before I head downstairs, i hate dylan. my hands rub my shirt feeling the faux fur. i start to watch tv as i wait for dylan. he finally comes down, as he does he starts to pose.

"ew, your blinding me." i crinkle my nose in disgust.

" by what? my beauty." he wiggles his eyebrows.

"shut up and let's walk around." i shush him up and grab all my things.

as we were walking, we're catching other people's glares who think we beyond crazy.

dylan see's this and shouts out something to the lady.

"do you like our fashion skills!" he states in a french accent.

my feet hurt from these stupid heels. as i said this in my head, my heel gets stuck on a crack. i walk forward, until i noticed that i was falling. i turn other way so i won't bust my ass. as i land a sharp pain hits my ankle.

fuck, i broke my ankle.

"dylan!" i shout out for him. he rushes over to me and looks concerned.

"what's wrong?" he asks gently looking around.

"my dumbass thinks i broke my ankle."

the pain was so bad, but i instructed dylan  to take me to the hospital, to get it checked out. we soon spot his car and drove to the nearest hospital.

as we got there, we noticed we didn't change. he carried me bridal style into the emergency part of the hospital. thank god, that there was basically no one there. we got assisted to a doctor and made our way to the room. he starts to examine my ankle.

"mind if i take a x-ray?" he asks.

"please do." i beg.

he takes me to the x-ray room and makes me have a seat and place my foot on a table. he proceeds to take a x-ray. moments later he tells me that my ankle is broken.

gee, great!

i hop back to the room waiting on the cast.

"hey, i told mom already. she'll see you at home."

"thanks dyl." i remember his old nickname, which causes him to roll his eyes. he hated it because it reminded him of a dill pickle.

the doctor soon comes in and places a already made cast on my foot. he instructs me on what to do to heal. he walks over to a cabinet, and hands me a pair of crutches.

nope, when i was younger i broke my leg and crutches cause my under arms to bruise so much.

"no, thank you."  I hand him the crutches back.

" are you sure?" he asks.

"yea, it's a minor injury." i reassure him.

"sign these papers and you're good to go." he places the papers and a pen on the bed.

—

we were now home after a eventful day, everyone has treated me like royalty. my mother made me so many desserts, dylan has been fetching everything for me, while taelyr has been being so nice to me.

this family is strange.

i take off my cast, to see huge purple bruise has already formed.

ugh, this is gonna be a long two weeks.