𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐮𝐞𝐬 || 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐲𝐧 𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐨𝐧

Fifteen.

[HAYDEN HARTE]

His smile. His warm, kind smile.

"Hey Hayden," Corbyn smiled as I let him in, "hi Corbyn," I smiled back, looking up at him. "How are you?" He grinned, "Good," I smiled, looking down at my fidgety fingers.

"Can we go up to your room?" Corbyn asked, "Yeah," I said softly as I lead him upstairs to my room.

"You're extra quiet today," Corbyn said as we walk into my room, "am I?" I asked. "So far,"

I turned around and looked at Corbyn, "you wanna tell me what that's about?" He said softly.

I struggled to put a sentence together, making me stutter and start sentences I didn't finish. I couldn't think straight. He made me nervous. But not the nervous I used to get around him, like a butterfly nervous.

"I might have to tickle you," Corbyn said daringly, "no" I laughed.

Corbyn knew what he was doing and loved it. "You're so mean." I said.

I quickly ran past him and down the stairs. "Hayden Harte, you're in for a treat!" Corbyn laughed, chasing after me.

I ran outside near the pool, noticing how dark in now was. The only source of light was the pool lights. "Even better. I can throw you in the pool." Corbyn smirked.

Oh my god he was so hot when he did that.

"Nooo," I continued laughing. Corbyn began to chase me but I ran around the pool. We run in circles around the pool, frequently switching directions.

Corbyn stopped and looked at me from across the pool. Contemplating which way to go.

"Do you give up?" I asked, tilting my head to the side, "Yeah, I guess so," Corbyn smiled. "Great because I'm cold and tired." I sighed.

"Awe. Come here then," Corbyn opened his arms for a hug. I walked over to him and hugged him.

He was really warm and snuggly.

"I never give up," Corbyn said before jumping into the pool with me in his arms.

The cold pool water came over me and I felt weightless for a couple seconds.

I swam back to the top, "Corbyn!" I splashed water at him. He just laughed and came closer to me.

We came chest to chest. Corbyn caressed my cheek and smiled down at me, "Can I kiss you?" He whispers.

I slightly nodded my head yes. Corbyns lips collide with mine and sparks fly like the Fourth of July.

This was my first kiss, and for a first kiss, this was pretty awesome.

I felt so many butterflies and couldn't control them even if I tried. I wrapped my arms around the back of his neck, deepening the kiss.

I felt his smiled as he kissed me so passionately.

We pulled away and smiled. "Finally." Corbyn let out a breath.

"Finally?" "I've liked you since the beginning of October," (it was now close to December) "Are you kidding?" I asked. "I'm not," he smiled.

"Oh my gosh," I smiled. He kissed me once more before we decided to go inside.

"Okay, go back to your house, change and come back," I instructed Corbyn, "Okay," he said walking to the front door.

I pounced up the stairs to my room. I haven't felt this happy in years.

☁︎☁︎☁︎

Corbyn and I laid in my bed telling each other random stories about our past.

"Ashley and I would always sneak out in the middle of the night and get ice cream when we were younger," Corbyn smiled, "why?" I asked, "because it was the only time where everything was quiet, my parents weren't yelling at each other, there was no teachers yelling at us. It was just, peaceful." Corbyn shrugged.

"That's sweet," my heart fluttered, "you know, I may not have everything figured out but when I'm older and I hopefully have a good job, I'm gonna get two dogs. A west highland terrier named Tiger and a beagle named kipper," I smiled confidently.

"Why those specific names?" Corbyn sat up, "I used to watch this tv show from the UK when I was younger called kipper the dog, and I kinda love the idea of having my dogs named after my favourite childhood show." I also sat up and looked at Corbyn,

"That's adorable," he chuckled, "in fact," I ignored his statement, although it made me crazy, I stood up out of my bed and opened my closet, "I actually still have all the VHS tapes," I said pulling out a small box,

"We should watch them," Corbyn grinned, "you want to?" I asked. "Yeah, I think kipper the dog might be pretty sick," Corbyn stood up and walked towards me,

"Yeah?" I smiled as Corbyn came inches from my face, "mhmm," he hummed, leaning down to my lips. Corbyn connected his lips with mine and kissed me for the second time that night.

It wasn't a lengthy kiss, but it had meaning.

Corbyn made me feel all mushy gushy whenever he kissed me. I loved it.

Corbyn pulled away from the kiss, "shall, we get to watching that show?" "Yes, please," I turned around leading Corbyn downstairs, with the box of VHS tapes in one hand, and Corbyns hand in the other.