𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

christina › c.b.

by the way, i completely love christina. i think she is complete queen and her and corbyn are my parents. i don't care what you think. so no hate to her, this is just for the story.

she was so pretty. she was so perfect. her laugh was that of an angel, it was so unforgettable. her hair was softer than silk. her perfume lingered in the air wherever she went. to follow her was to follow a path of sunflowers, sunshine, and sweet honey. 

and i understood. i understood why he stared at her the way he did. i understood why he smiled whenever she was around the way he did. i understood why whenever he talked to her, or even said only 'hi', he was happy the way he was.

i understood because i saw how amazing the two were.

he was so handsome. he was so perfect. his laugh was that of the warm, mellow cooing of birds, it was so unforgettable. his hair was softer than a ranunculus . his cologne lingered in the air wherever he traveled. to follow him was to follow roses, lights, and a beautiful shade of green.

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"mrs. arceo said that we had to finish that tda by friday," i reminded corbyn by his locker. he was packing all of his books into his locker. he nodded every time i reminded him of the homework. "mrs. demry wants that math paper by wednesday," he nodded again. "and mr. goslee needs the science notebook for a notebook checkup by friday as well."

"that doesn't sound too hard," corbyn said as he threw his backpack over his shoulder. his closed his locker door and locked it shut. "sounds good." he gave me a thumbs up.

"it shouldn't be too hard." i chuckled. he chuckled back. i continued to walk down the hallway with my best friend as we talked about our day. 

we had been neighbors for our entire lives. he was only two months older than me. when we were three, i had been chasing a random bunny that i had seen in my yard for the past two weeks. i, at the time, had always wanted a pet bunny, so without permission, i ran after the creature, not realizing how frightening i was.

when i watched slip through a wedge in the neighbor's fence, i mentally screamed, and physically, but silently yelled. i heard tiny footsteps running to me, and i looked up to see him. corbyn besson. 

he had invited me inside to play legos, and ever since that day, we were inseparable.

well, that is, until christina had entered our lives. when corbyn met christina, his whole personality changed. not in a way that he wasn't still friends with me, that would remain forever. but he changed in a way that was so obviously caused by christina.

and all christina had ever done to me was be nice. how could i hate her? she was so beautiful, so kind, so funny, so smart. she was everything that i wanted to be. it had been enough for corbyn to accept me as his best friend, but after a while, i grew convinced that corbyn really was looking for more. and christina happened to have it all. 

"(y/n)?" corbyn said, snapping his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. i blinked and jokingly hit his hand away. "you okay?" he chuckled. 

"i'm fine," i said. "just dozed off for a second. tired of hearing mrs. arceo's voice." i laughed. but corbyn wasn't listening. i looked up at him and saw him staring down the hallway as christina walked with her friends. even though we were fairly far away from her, you could hear and see everything perfectly.

her laugh was so perfect. her hair was in her face, but it only made her more beautiful. i sighed as i knew that i would never be the one corbyn wanted. and that was okay.

but was i okay with it?

i had liked corbyn for almost five years. every time i saw him, which was everyday, my heart fluttered, my stomach tying itself into knots. i had to stop myself from blurting out 'i love you' to him because i knew it would only cause me to lose him.