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day 6

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thursday, december 6th 2018
ellas pov

i woke up and felt something around my waist. i looked down to an arm gripped tightly around my waste. i relax when i realize that it's just corbyn and close my eyes again. then they abhor right back open.

corbyn?!? i start to panic in my head and try to calm myself. what have i done? i take a deep breath in, and a deep breath out. calm. down. there is nothing to be worried about. you just had a sleepover, sorta. behind me i could hear corbyn moving around. he removed his arm off of me and rubbed his eyes.

"morning." he told me.

"why are you here?" i asked. corbyn looked at me and acted offended, or acted offended i think.

"not even a good morning? rude." he scoffed.

"oh i'm sorry, good. morning." i said irritated.

"you good? you haven't acted like this before..." corbyn told me.

"yeah i'm fine, i just wanted to know why you're still here though." i said sitting up. "i'm sorry." i said as i fell back down onto corbyn's lap.

"don't be. you didn't really do anything wrong." corbyn said playing with my hair.

"does my mom still know you're here? oh god i bet she doesn't like you." i said and sat up once again.

"she doesn't hate me, and yes she knows i'm here." corbyn said.

"how do you know she doesn't hate you?" i said turning to face him.

"she told me. she said she approves of me, or us i guess." he said looking into my green, troubled eyes.

"u-us? what does t-that mean?" i stuttered.

"us, like our friendship. why do you seem freaked out?" corbyn asked me with concern in his eyes.

"i just-" i said and sighed before i continued. "i- never mind. it's not important anyways."

"are you sure? your face is showing me otherwise." corbyn told me.

"yeah, i'm sure.." i said and turned around to face my door. "how about we go get something to eat?"

"sure." corbyn said. i got off of my bed and corbyn followed alongside me. we both came downstairs to find my dad and mom cooking.

"morning." i said taking in the smell of eggs and toast.

"morning sweetheart." my dad greeted me. "and good morning boy i've never met before."

"oh! i'm corbyn." he told my dad pulling his hand out to shake my dads, which he accepted.

"corbyn, nice name. unique, i like it." my dad told him. i let out the breath i didn't know i was holding and smiled. both of my parents like him, step one of making a friend, check!

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12:46 pm

after corbyn and i finished up with  breakfast he got a text from his mom telling. him to come home, so of course he did. which meant i was sitting on my bed, thinking. not about anything really important, just stuff. then corbyn popped into my mind.

my heart fluttered at the thought of him, my mouth went from straight to a smile, my cheeks turned a light pink.

"stop ella. what is wrong with you. you've know him for 6 days, you can't be in love with him. especially because he's your only friend. just stop thinking about him." i told myself. "something is so wrong with me. i need to do something to get my mind off of things." i said again.

"i'll just take a nap." i said and laid my head down onto my pillow. i got under the covers and closed my eyes, letting sleep take me over.

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