𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

thinking › c.b.

i LOVE christina, do not think i hate her. she is my MOM, she is QUEEN. this is NOT MEANT FOR HATE AGAINST CHRISTINA. it is for the imagine, which by the way, i hope you enjoy. BUT I DO NOT HATE HER. I LOVE HER POSSIBLY MORE THAN CORBYN. jkjkjkjkjkjk don't come for me.

the rumor was that corbyn besson dumped his girlfriend.

he had loved her, but after time, it grew into something he didn't want. he had met someone better, someone prettier. it all started when the fans were going absolutely insane when they followed each other on instagram. he had met someone who went by the name of (y/n) (l/n). and he thought she was absolutely amazing. he loved her, and he loved christina as well, but he learned that he seemed to admire (y/n) more. he didn't know why, but he knew it was official. so, he dumped her and went to live with (y/n).

the truth was that his girlfriend dumped corbyn.

corbyn had been madly in love with (y/n), his feelings for her were uncontrollable. he loved her so much, and she loved him back, but she couldn't stand it. she wanted someone who could be with her 24/7. she wanted someone who when she needed them, could be with her right away. and she couldn't have that with corbyn. corbyn was a famous singer and was constantly traveling around the world. christina loved him, she loved him more than she probably should. but she deserved more than what corbyn could give her, and she knew that. so she sat him down one night, face to face, and told him the truth.

and when corbyn went home, he was absolutely heartbroken. he walked into the why don't we house and slowly walked straight to his room. he ignored the boys despite their calls for what had happened. but did they really need to ask? corbyn had never done that. he had never come home from visiting christina without a smile on his face. the boy was usually happy and bright and energetic. but that night, when corbyn walked into his home and up into his room to obnoxiously cry into his pillow, he was anything but happy or bright or energetic.

he had stayed like that for a week until finally the boys convinced him to leave the room. to leave the house altogether. even if it was just for ten minutes out on the porch or just sitting in the backyard near the pool. they were surprised when he fully up and left to go into the city below where he lived.

corbyn opened the glass doors and let the air conditioning blow over his body like a light wave. he exhaled slightly as he looked around at the store he once roamed inside of with his former girlfriend. there had to be about hundreds of rows of books and music inside the tiny shop. from the corner he stood in, he could see the "pop" section and the "r&b" section of the music along with the "teen" and "poetry" section of the books.

it was a locally famous book and music store that corbyn would find himself inside of whenever he was stressed or exhausted. the first time he had visited the shop was when he had grown tired from rehearsal. a small fight had formed between the boys and corbyn just wanted to get away. he smiled to himself as the storeowner greeted him with her exotic accent saying "hello".

as he started to wander about the unique shop, he saw what looked like another person standing in the "alternative" section of the music. it was unusual for corbyn to see someone else considering the two facts the store wasn't very popular and it was quite early in the morning for someone else to be there. he walked closer to the person, and once he was only a few feet away, he saw the most gorgeous girl he had ever seen.

he saw you.

corbyn just had to get your number. he saw way more in you than he saw in christina. he gently walked up to you and sparked up a conversation by complimenting your music taste. politely asking for you number, corbyn's mind was racing, faster than it ever had. what if you rejected him? he really didn't feel like going through another heartbreak. but you didn't. you gladly accepted and gave him your number.