soundless (Dorbyn)

CH.11

Daniel's P.O.V

"Corbyn, I think you forgot I can see you." I called out my window after Corbyn had been walking around his room in his boxers for the past twelve minutes. I decided to watch for a while, but when he started to adjust himself in his boxers I knew my show was going to have to come to an end before I saw something I didn't need to see. Corbyn's bed whipped around to his open window to look at me. When he turned a nice shade of red and ran away to get clothes on, I couldn't help but laugh at him.

"You didn't have to watch me." He told me once be sat on his window seat. I smiled at him and opened window more so I could swing my legs out the window. Corbyn looked like he was about to jump out of his window to get me, but I showed him I was just sitting there and not about to jump out of my two story house.

"Sit back in your house, please. Just sit back." Corbyn told me with a frantic look on his face. I rolled my eyes and sat back in my room like he told me so nicely to. His body language seemed to relax a bit more before he held a finger telling me to wait. He came back a minutes after with a small canvas board and tin box. He looked at me before lifting his canvas board to show me the beginning of an oil crayon drawing. So far there wasn't much, but a sketch of a pair of eyes.

"What is it for?" I asked him. He just shrugged and pulled out an oil crayon and started to make gentle strokes on the canvas. I looked up at the night sky and saw how many tiny little stars were out tonight. It was late, but I guess neither Corbyn or I rely wanted to sleep so this is a great way of just passing the time. I looked back at Corbyn and saw him just looking at me like I was looking at the stars. He had something in his eyes that made me feel like I was even better than the stars.

"Tell me about all your other boyfriend." Corbyn said. I blushed and shook my head at him while he went back to his drawing. He reached for a box Kleenex and started doing something delicately that made me smile at how his tattooed hands could be so soft.

"I've never had a boyfriend before. Back in Washington everyone either made fun of me or ignored me. I guess you could say I got desperate at one point and nearly ruined me and Jonah's friendships because I kissed him, but everything is fine now. Well, maybe not because he's been ignoring me. He says he needs time to get over the fact we'll never be more than friends, but I think he just realized has tired of me. He out allot of time into dealing with me and for me to just push him away and not give him what he wants in return, it's kind of selfish of me. But, I can't pretend that I like him because I kind of like Some one else." I finished telling Corbyn, hoping he would catch on that I was telling him i liked him. He looked up at me with a light blush on his cheeks before his shoulders hunched foward sadly.

"Well, whoever it is, is lucky." Corbyn told me before looking back at his canvas. I laughed and swung my legs out of the window again so that i could really get his attention. He looked at me and got the same scared look on his face. He set down every thing in his hands and stuck his hand out to me like that would keep me safe from falling.

"Daniel, stop it. I don't like that at all." He told me slowly. In sure if I could hear him he wouldn't be sounding very happy with me. I giggled at him and swung my legs a little bit to make him more nervous.

"Corbyn, you're really stupid. You're more worried about me falling out of my window than you could have been thinking about the fact I just told you I like you." I giggled to him. He still looked worried even though he looked pretty happy to what I just admitted to him.

"Daniel, go to your front door and I'll be right there." He told me with a light smile. I pulled my legs in and jumoedodd my window seat to go downstairs as quietly as I could. I just stood by my cracked open front door until I saw Corbyn coming up my drive. He ran a little to me and I opened my door. Before I knew it, I was being picked up in Corbyn's arms. I felt his chest rumble so I knew he was telling me something but I couldn't hear him. He set me down and looked at me expectantly, but I just pulled my ears to remind him i didn't really catch what he told me. He looked like he was slapping himself mentally die what he just did.