"HE LIKED YOUR FUCKING PICTURE!! IM SCREECHING!!!"
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In which Jonah is the biggest Why Don't We fan. More like Corbyn Besson fan. In other cases, Corbyn starts noticing him a lot more often.
After Corbyn was informed that Jonah would probably spend his day with his father, he sat down a thought about what he was going to do today.
After his thinking, he decided he would walk to the café him and Jonah first met up. He stood up, pulled on his vans, grabbed his wallet and phone, and walked outside. He started down the driveway but stopped when he saw two ambulances' coming down his street. They past him and he just watched, but he heard a beep of a car. He looked to see a black jeep.
The window rolled down. "Hop in!" Christina yelled. Corbyn opened the door and hopped in, closing the door behind him. Christina started driving after the ambulances' and stopped on a highway. There was a gas truck laying on a blue mustang.
Before he knew it, he was shoved in a ambulance by Christina. Corbyn snapped from his thoughts and sat down. He looked down to see who the hurt person was. It was, a man? Who is this guy?
"Hey boy," the man coughed out. The man grabbed Corbyn's hand and and squeezed. Corbyn squeezed back. "Do you know Jonah?" the man asks with a raspy voice. Corbyn nodded furiously. "That's my brother's son. But Jonah doesn't know that. He thinks I'm his father," The man continued.
"His actually father left before Jonah was born. I came in and was basically a substitute for him. Jonah's dad didn't love his mother. So, to break them about... i had sex with her sister. Her sister was okay with it, she thought her sister was a cruel person. Thing is, Jonah's real father is a triplet. We basically look identical," the man coughed. Corbyn had tears in the rims of his eyes.
"Who are you?" the man asked, ignoring the nurse trying to stop the bleeding from everyone. "I'm Jonah's boyfriend," Corbyn smiled. The man smiled back. "Treat him right. You seem like a nice kid," he frowned.
"Excuse me, miss?" Corbyn asked for the nurse's attention. "Yes?" she nodded. "How long does he have left?" he asked, a tear slowly making its way down his face. "I'm sorry, but i think he only has about 1 hour to live," she frowned, continuing her work.
"Oh," Corbyn whispered, so low it sounded like it barely came out. Corbyn felt bad for Jonah. Wait, Jonah.
"What happened to Jonah?" Corbyn asked the man. "I don't know, i looked at him and he was out cold," the man frowned.
Corbyn had a stream of tears running down his face now. He was guilty, worried, and scared. He didn't know what to do.
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corbynbesson I hope you're okay. When your okay, it will be hard for you. ❤️
