𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

you've changed › c.b.

inspired by the song "rip" by olivia o'brien.

it's another sad sentimental chapter of my book (life).

please enjoy and don't hate me if it's crap.

you used to be so...perfect.

you were that popular, but kind and smart and thoughtful, guy. you were everything the world needed. you were a cliche blonde, with ocean blue eyes, but the inside of you made you so different. you weren't the cliche blonde mentally, and you mentally stood out more than physically.

all the girls adored you. do you know how many of them wish they had even my place? i was the closest girl in your life, other than your mom and your sister. we told each other everything. you shared all your secrets with me, your small crushes that you had a few girls. i kept them safe, and i never let them go. you didn't either, but i can't seem to believe that's entirely true anymore.

you never treated me differently, but i see a change somewhere in you. you act differently, you have a whole new style. you're the same boy to me, but i can't stand the rest of you.

you've changed into something i don't know of. i can't keep up. you're going 100 miles per hour and i'm going 50. i'm half of what you are, but i don't get why, because we used to be 100%. it's what kept us so close together throughout our childhood. i miss the old you. what happened? it's like you're dead to me, but i don't want it to be that way.

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"don't forget, you have to call your ashley before you leave," i reminded corbyn. he looked at me oddly "remember?"

it took him a few seconds until i saw his eyes widen and a smile put on his face. he grinned and face-palmed himself. "oh, yeah," he said, laughing. i laughed with him although i hadn't found it all that amusing. "duh."

"what else do you have today?" i asked, changing the subject.

"oh, you know," corbyn shrugged. he bit off a piece of his candy bar that he had decided was his breakfast. i snatched the candy bar and placed a bowl of cereal that i had made. he jokingly groaned before continuing. "just regular band stuff. rehearsals, studio, we have two really short interviews, and that's about it."

i nodded. it was his usual answer, word for word. i was, honestly, getting sick of it. me and corbyn hadn't spent a day to ourselves in over a month. he's been busy with the band, and i understand it's because it's his career and he needs to work, but i need time when it's just the two of us. living with four other boys, i don't get that.

"(y/n)," corbyn said, waving a hand in front of my eyes. i blinked and lightly slapped his hand away. "you good?"

"i'm fine, corbyn," i said, slicing a few strawberries. i placed them in my own cereal and sat down next to my boyfriend. "so, the entire night you'll be free?"

"me and the guys were kind of thinking of having a movie marathon and playing fortnite and such. (i don't know anything about fortnite) except for daniel, of course." corbyn joked. i laughed along with him again, hoping he'd catch onto the idea that i wasn't really amused. he didn't.

"oh," i said. i ate a bite of my cereal before deciding that i had lost my appetite. "that's okay. that's good for me, i have a lot of homework." i lied to him.

he smiled and nodded. "everything works out," he said, kissing my cheek. he ate the last bit of his cereal and drank the milk before standing up and placing his bowl in the sink. he ran upstairs to get dressed and such, leaving me alone in the kitchen eating my breakfast.