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

ch. 18

we lugged the stuff from the trunk in a second time.

"ughh, why did you have to choose the heaviest bed sheets, azalea?" zach complains.

"they're not that heavy. you're probably jut really weak," i say, rolling my eyes and he look at me offended.

jonah laughs, almost dropping the lamp.

i glare at him and open the door with the keys in jack's pocket.

the scent of tomatoes and garlic is fragrant around the house.

"corbyn? did you cook something?" i ask, walking around.

i walk into the kitchen and see a blonde girl, cooking spaghetti.

she looks up from chopping the food.

daniel walks into the kitchen.

"oh, hey anna!" he smiles, going to hug her.

"this is azalea, corbyn's girlfriend," daniel introduces me.

"oh, so YOU'RE the great azalea i always hear about..." she smiles.

"and judging by how similar you two look, you're anna seavey?" i ask, hoping i got it right.

she nods, smiling.

"haha, sorry. i thought you were corbyn cooking something in the kitchen. knowing him, i wouldn't trust him alone in the kitchen because he's always eventually going to find a way to set something on fire," i laugh.

"corbyn was here? i didn't hear any movement," she asks, eyebrows crinkled.

"hmm... he's probably still sleeping. let me check," i say, walking to the staircase.

the boys have set the ikea products in my room, but corbyn is nowhere to be seen.

i run into zach, jonah, and corbyn's room to see corbyn dancing around to music.

"umm corbyn?" i ask and he looks at me.

"wanna help me learn my choreography to this dance?" he asks.

he turns on the music to a song i've never heard before.

"oh, this is from our newer album but we haven't released it yet... so shhh," he whispers, pushing me into position.

"what happens if your neighbor hears you practicing?" i ask.

corbyn is silent for a few moment. he starts to nod his head.

"we've bought their silence," he says, continuing to nod his head.

my eyebrow goes up suspiciously.

"don't worry, we just gave them chocolate..." he says, clearing my growing suspicions.

"a well-know fact that you must know: daniel has banned chocolate in this house so good luck living without it," corbyn tells me.

"ehh... i think i'll be fine," i brush it off.

"sooo... help me learn the choreography. when we danced to these girls, your moves were fineee," he compliments me.

"hehe... thanks..." i awkwardly respond.

"calm down azalea, let's just learn the choreography," he laughs, waving me over to his practice area.

"the song is called boomerang. just listen and dance with the flow," he smiles, sitting down.

"why are you sitting down on the bed while i'm standing up, dancing to your own song?" i ask, staring at him oddly.