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

ch. 15

songs i listened to while writing:

-anpanman - bts

-i wanna know - notd & bea miller

-death of a bachelor - panic! at the disco

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my eyes were widened as my jaw  dropped.

mom and dad were back.

...right before i'm going to leave for cali...

"how has our little girl been?" my mom squeals, kneeling down to hug me.

still in shock, i can't hug her back.

"what's wrong, azalea?" she asks.

as my dad waves at me, i hear people at the door.

"why would corbyn not eat that ice cream cone?"  a voice says.

it's daniel. he's here with jonah and corbyn.

"i wonder who that could be!" my cheery mom says, rushing down the stairs.

i race her, realizing she doesn't like me hanging out with boys.

she opens the screen door and the three boys look at her.

jonah's eyes widen, seeing me behind her with a scared expression.

corbyn clears his throat. "hi mrs. wright, i'm cor-"

"corbyn!! you're back from california!" she says, hugging him.

he awkwardly hugs her back, she not noticing his expression.

"who might these boys be?" she smiles, looking at jonah and daniel.

"uhmm, this is jonah marais and that's daniel seavey." he says, pointing at each when they were introduced.

"azalea, are you friends with these boys?" she says, looking back at me with a troubled expression.

"uhmm... yes?" i state, my words sounding more like a question.

"come in!" she exclaims fakely.

she lets them inside and i wave to my room.

"umm, where do you think they're going?" she asks.

"up to my room," i shrug, not seeing the big deal.

mom's eyes widen as the boys climb the stairs.

by then, marielle and dad were already downstairs watching the situation going on.

i run up the stairs after them and slam my door shut.

i let out a breath i didn't know i was holding in.

"you okay?" daniel asks.

"no... my parents are back and they don't know that i need to leave for california  yet," i sigh.

"do you know how long your parents are staying? corbyn questions.

i shake my head and walk to the railing outside my door.

"mom?" i call from up the stairs.

"yes honey?" she calls from downstairs.

"how long are you staying?" i ask, trying to make it seem casual. 

there is an uncomfortable pause between my answer and hers.

"umm... a week? why?" she asks, seemingly suspicious.

"i... WANT TO MAKE SURE WE CAN GET FROYO TOGETHER!" i exclaim, trying to cover up the real reason why i asked.

"of course honey!" her tone is happier and i can tell she doesn't suspect a thing.