°Daniel's P.O.V°
It's been three weeks since the day in the kitchen. When me and Corbyn had became friends. Luckily for me, I had gotten some food later on. I had called the pizza delivery. At least it was good and.... Well not burned.
Corbyn has been trying to be a good friend and it has been working out. We have done nothing but laugh the last three weeks. We've been getting closer.
It was fun teaching him stuff. I decide to teach him how to use a computer, a phone and stuff like that, since when he died, he didn't have those things.
¤Flashback¤
"So, this is the computer." I say while I pick up my laptop and put it in front of Corbyn. "You can use it to search information about anything, to play games or to chat with your friends."
"Oh." Corbyn say with his eyebrow raised. Yeah, I don't think he really gets the idea of it.
"This is the button you use to start it up." I press the one button and immediately the computer springs to life, making Corbyn's eyes go wide.
"Wow, colors." He says and touched the screen.
I chuckle. "Yes colors, now try it out. Type in somthing you want to know." I said and open the browser, giving Corbyn the freedom to type about anything he wanted to know.
Corbyn starts to press the buttons with one finger. His tongue is poking out of his mouth in conservation, making him look so cute.
"This is amazing!" Corbyn said in delight when I tapped search for him and all the information appears on the screen.
Next I show him how to play games. That is the worst mistake I made. He will never ever leave the computer again.
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A day later and I'm teaching my new friend how to play on the Wii. It's quite a sight. Trying to teach him how to play tennis.
I had to adjust the controller in his hand every few minutes.
"You're holing it upside down again." I said and turn the controller around for him.
"But it doesn't feel right if I'm holding it like this." Corbyn complains.
"Just please hold it this way. I promise you the game will be easier like this.
Corbyn sighs. "Okay, fine, but only for you." He says and winks at me.
The familiar blush appears on my cheeks as he says that. I clear my throat before starting the game.
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Dead (Dorbyn) *Book One*
FanfictionApril 13 1934 The Besson family was found brutally murdered in their home. Husband and Wife had been gagged and maimed before begin shot in the head. Their 18 year old son, Corbyn Besson, was found in his bedroom closet. He had been gagged and maime...
