words i didn't say ~ cmb [COMPLETED ✓ ]

ch. 14

songs i listened to:

-like it pt. 2 - bts

-the truth untold - bts

-idontwannabeyouanymore - billie eilish

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"AZALEA! NO KISSING BOYS IN THE HOUSE!" marielle yells from the kitchen as i quickly pull away from corbyn in a fluster.

"oh that got heated..." daniel states, eyes wide.

i look down, blushing.

"now you're blushing? you just kissed me and now you're flustered?  what a strange girl i have to myself..." corbyn smiles.

jonah looks between us two continuously.

"i approve," he nods his head and walks into the kitchen.

all three of us follow and see marielle carrying the groceries inside the house.

"so... did you two kiss?" she winks, setting down a bag on the counter.

i blush tomato red. 

corbyn just smirks and nods.

"now young man, if you disrespect her in any way, i will personally hunt you down and i will find you... AND HIT YOU WITH THE CHANCLA!" marielle yells, holding her chancla in her hand.

corbyn puts his hands up in defeat.

marielle smirks in triumph, "my grandma taught me to do that. i miss nanay," she gaze saddens but pops back up into a smile.

"how cute! you guys are dating!" she claps and smiles.

"i-it's not that big of a deal..." i shrug and corbyn looks offended.

"not a big deal?! do you not know who i am??" he asks, faking an offended attitude.

"umm-" i'm cut off.

"i'm corbyn matthew besson, honey. you better love me right," he exclaims, snapping thrice, moving his arms in an angled fashion.

"wow... because you're such a big deal," i under-exaggerate.

"how dare you mock the great blauwtje!" daniel inhales deeply.

"blauwtje?" i ask, giving him a weird look.

"loooong story..." corbyn answers.

"m'kay, i'll take your word on that one. anyone want iced tea?" i ask.

"let's just go to the coffee shop in town?" corbyn asks.

i look at marielle and she nods, giving me approval.

the four of us walk out of the house, down the beach, to the small coffee shop.

a whiff of the strong coffee being brewed hit me as i opened the door of the shop.

there weren't many people there but a girl in the corner.

she lifted her head. maya.

she had been crying; her eyes were very red.

she sees us and her eyes light up.

"c-corbyn... please..." she begs.

he shakes his head.

"if you're not going to take me back, at least get me home!" she pleads.

he rolls his eyes, "i already have your ticket. we're leaving in 3 days."

3 days?? the boys are leaving in 3 days and they didn't tell me?

"th-three days?" i ask, looking up at corbyn.