Corbyn: Oh my god you should've said! He peeks at your cut and hugs you, crying quietly in your shoulder. Y: Corbyn don't cry please, honestly it's fine. Corbyn: Don't tell me you're fine when I know you aren't. Y: Honest Corbyn, I am. I can put hot water over it if it makes you happy. Corbyn: Yes, please. And I'm so so sorry. Y: Corbyn, look at me. He looks at you, in the eyes. Y: I love you so so so so so so so so much, I could say it all day. And of course I'll forgive you, no matter what it is. One last tear rolls down his cheek, he hugs you. Corbyn: I love you too. Let's go rinse your cut then. He wipes his tears and you both head to the bathroom, locking it. Corbyn turns the tap on and you rinse it for a couple of minutes. *The next day* You and Jonah left the house. Y: Coffee? Jonah: Duh, I love coffee. You and Jonah go to a cafe and get coffee, you go to the park to drink to it. You sat on one swing, Jonah sat on the other. Jonah: So how's Corbyn? Y: I'm not going out with him, but he's good. Jonah giggles. Y: What's so funny? He giggles even more, he runs around the park while you chase him. Y: Tell me! Jonah: Corbyn wants to smash youuu and make babies with youuuu! Y: What the fuck Jonah?! You giggle.
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FanfictionYou and your sister have the chance to meet your idols, the Why Don't We boys. You both get to hangout with them for a week, doing whatever you want.
