love means nothing • {c.b.❕d.s.}

t h i r t y o n e

my phone began to ring in my pocket; i was gonna let it ring but then i saw the anxious look on daniel's face as he glanced at me.

i picked up the phone and answered the phone; mom.

"hello?" corbyn answered and his mother's worried tone rippled though the speaker.

"corbyn matthew besson what the hell are you doing? where are you?"

"i'm going to get lunch, and i am on a sidewalk" corbyn said as he glanced around trying to find a street sign.

"don't be smart with me corbyn, come back home" she said in a more calmer tone.

"i will after i get food" corbyn said.

he heard david's stupid voice, 'i'll go look for him.'

his mother quickly told him not to, "corbyn-" before his mother could give him the 'I wanna spend time with you' speech he quickly hung up.

"corbyn...is she mad?" daniel asked as he looked down as they walked down the street; getting farther and farther away from his house.

"she'll get over it" is all corbyn said before he put his arm around daniel's shoulder, pulling the boy closer to him as they walked.

daniel's eye were on him as he had a pink glow to him as corbyn just continued to stare a head; innocently.

"w-where are we eating?" daniel stuttered out as he glanced to me once again.

"i don't know, any where you have in mind?" i asked him as i returned his glance.

"what about jimmy john's?" daniel suggested as they finally came in to town where all the fast food places were.

"sure" is all corbyn said as he pulled daniel a long as the waited for a red light to appear for crossing.

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they were eating and corbyn couldn't help but watch the brunette fiddle with his phone as he sipped on his dr. pepper.

the boy seemed to have been consumed by the game he was playing once again.

daniel must have sensed me staring at him; he looks up shyly before letting a bright smile appear on his lips.

corbyn found daniel distracting; but a good kind of distracting.

daniel's face once again filled with pink as he looked at corbyn once more, "i-i have a q-question."

corbyn looked at the flustered boy in amusement, "what's on your mind?"

"i-is this a...d-date?"

corbyn didn't lose his cool, he did feel the blood rush to his cheeks as he looked the the blushing brunette.

corbyn draws a blank as he replays daniel's words, is this a date?

"um...do y-you want it to b-be a d-date?" corbyn asked as he kept eye contact with the boy.

daniel looked caught off guard as he quickly looks down at his hands.

it's cute when the boy gets all flustered.

"i don't know...m-maybe?" the boy says in a confused tone as he glances to see the look on my face.

my expression hasn't changed, well maybe for the fact that a smile have appeared on my lips.

i reach across the table and ruffle his hair playfully.

"then it's a date."

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here's this to brighten anyone's days; low key i'm to lazy to find a dorbyn related picture.