Corbyn's POV.
"Dude, I messed up." I sighed, scrolling through the unanswered messages I'd been sending y/n for the past couple days.
"Why were you mad in the first place?" Jack said, spraying bits of crisp over my phone as he talked with his mouth full.
"I was jealous, I like her a lot, remember? But I get the feeling she likes Zach or Daniel." I sulked, typing another message of apology.
"Bro, are you stupid? She has a major crush on you! She talks about you non-stop!" Jonah laughed.
"Really?" I turned around to face him.
"Yeah."
"I have an idea!" Zach said.
"Zach, we know your not the dude of ideas, who even let you have an idea?" Jack laughed.
"No, I promise this is good! Send her a mashup of invitation, including Corbyn's part! She'll have to forgive him!" Zach said, proudly.
"Wait, that could work..." Daniel said.
"I'll do anything," I said, eagerly.
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