𝐰𝐝𝐰 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 & 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬

blind › c.b.

you're so blind to not see my feelings. 

"watch out," you heard corbyn's voice mutter to you. "here he comes." 

your eyes widened as you quickly closed and locked your locker, not forgetting to look inside your mirror. you looked to the tall boy who you called your best friend standing next to you as he pointed towards the end of the hallway.

and there he was.

he looked like an angel. he always did. his perfect brown hair, his perfect blue eyes. he had the brightest smile, a smile that never ceased to make you happy.

you had talked to him before, of course. you weren't shy, and you weren't scared to death of talking to him. if anything, talking to him was your favorite thing to do. even his voice was perfect. 

"(y/n)," corbyn dragged your name out, an annoyed but playful tone to his voice. "come on, we gotta go now."

"i know, i know," you said, turning back around to the tall boy. "fine, we can just talk to him later."

"(y/n)!" you heard his voice yell. it was so recognizable, you would notice it anywhere.

you whipped around, watching him quickly walk up to you. he was tall compared to you, and you loved how he looked down at you with that smile of his.

"hey," he said, sighing. 

"hi," you said. you didn't care if your cheeks were red, or if you were smiling too much. "what's up?"

"well," he said. he looked down at his shoes and chewed the inside of his cheek. he smiled lightly and chuckled, looking back in your eyes.

"bryson," you said. "come on, what's up?"

you heard corbyn exhale loudly behind you, but you ignored it, not realizing the annoyance he felt. 

"well, you're an amazing friend," bryson started. you already knew where this was going and you loved it. "so i was wondering if you wanted to go out with me? just to try it?"

you had never smiled so brightly in your entire life. you nodded your head. "of course, bryson," you watched the smile widen on his face, something that made you happy.

you two continued to talk about it until you heard a teacher yell that it was time for class to start. you both agreed to talk about your date at lunch.

you were going on a date with bryson lieberher.

you hadn't realized that corbyn was still behind you until you heard him clear your throat as you started to walk to your next class.

"oh, sorry about that corb," you apologized, meaning it sincerely. 

"yeah," you heard him mutter. "it's fine." corbyn had a certain tone to his voice that you didn't really like, but you brushed it off and convinced yourself it was nothing.

but it was the start to everything.

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the day was over, and you were thankful. you didn't hate school but it definitely was not your favorite place to be.

thank fucking god, i can go home now.

the entire day, you couldn't keep your mind off of your date with bryson. you were hella nervous, but overall, you were excited. you had waited forever for this, so despite all the times you refused to believe the phrase, patience is a virtue. you waited and look what you got.