48 Hours// Corbyn Besson

3

7:00

"Ok can we find somewhere to sleep I'm fucking tired." I asked. I'm thinking of sneaking out if we find somewhere to sleep. I know that once people get to know me they don't like me. I don't want to get my hopes up and then lose the 'friend'. That's why I don't become close with people.

"Yeah of course we can. There's a hotel somewhere around here. Let me check Google." He said taking out his phone. "Since I have my phone can I get your phone number?" He asked bringing up his contacts.

"I'm sorry but I don't have a phone. To be honest I've never been on one. I know what some are because of people around me, but I've never been on one. The only thing I have been on was a computer and that was once. I've also had a tv but I was only allowed to watch the news." I said kind of embarrassed because most people my age have a phone but I've never had one before.

"Oh, that's ok. I didn't have my first phone until I was fifteen." He said. Trying to make the awkwardness lessen but it didn't really work. "Ok I found a hotel it's right around the block, we can sleep, and I have and idea for us to do." He said grabbing my hand, in a gentle way, and leading me to the way to the hotel.

We soon arrived at a hotel that looked like a palace. It was beautiful.

"Oh my gosh Corbyn. How did you manage to get a room here." I questioned while staring in amazement while he was chuckling at me.

"Hello room for Corbyn Besson." He spoke to the woman at the front desk. She gave us a card, that I assume is for unlocking the door. Like most things, I've never been to a hotel before.

Corbyn started walking towards an elevator. I start to tense up because of my severe phobia of elevators.

"Corbyn, I can't go. I'm too scared to." I stutter watching him press the button.

"Oh. It's ok we can go up the stairs. Do you mind walking up ten flights of stairs?" He asked.

"Yeah I'll walk up ten flights of stairs. Anything that will help me not have to go into a dumbass mother fucking elevator that can break at any moment." I chuckled a bit at the words that I spoke.

"Ok let's go." We walked up the stairs in pretty much silence. The only time we talked is when we saw a couple of boys with a camera whispering talking about something being haunted.

We got up all the flights if stairs and went into our room. The room had only one bed. For being quite a big room, I'm surprised that there was only one bed. This had basically everything that a house has. This was probably about a few square feet smaller than my father's house.

"Ok I can sleep on the floor. If you'd like that." I said still looking around the expensive room.

"No that's ok, I can sleep on the floor. You deserve to sleep in a bed." He smiled at me starting to grab a pillow and an extra blanket so he could sleep of the floor.

"Or you can sleep with me." I said instantly regretting it knowing that this is now going to be harder for me to leave the room.

"Are you sure that's what you would like me to do?" Corbyn questioned.

"I wouldn't have said it if I didn't want you to. Get up here." I said. I mean I didn't say it my angel side of me said it. If anything I didn't want him to sleep with me. I wanted to be able to leave without him having to feel any pity for me.

"Ok I guess I'll sleep there." He got up off of the floor and layer on the opposite side of me in the bed.

He fell asleep about five minutes later. I am tired as ever but I can't stay with him. I know he just wants to do this out of pity. I want to end my life. I mean if I wanted to do it before, after these 48 hours won't I want to again?

I slowly got up out of the bed hoping to not wake up Corbyn. I stealthily got up out of the bed and walked over to wear I have taken off of my shoes.

But of course like everything else I do I had to mess something up. I knocked over a lamp while trying to place my shoes on my left foot.

"What are you doing Amanda. Are you ok?" He quickly asked. "Wait. We're you about to leave? Did I do something to you? Are you ok?" The beautiful white haired blue eyed Corbyn frowned.

"I'm sorry. I- I just felt like I was too much of a burden to you, and you don't deserve me. I'm a depressed girl who wanted to die and still does, and you're over whatever happened to you and you're with a linkey person like me." I just broke down on the bed.

"Amanda. I wouldn't have said I wanted to be with you if I don't mean it. Ok." I nodded my head, "now let's go to sleep." I nodded once again and layer down with Corbyn.

I played on the bed not able to go to sleep once again. I could tell Corbyn couldn't either.

"Can we like uh um cuddle or something?" He asked nervous.

"Ye-yeah sure." Deep down in my heart I wanted to cuddle with him.

He put his arm across my stomach, and not even thirty seconds later we both were knocked out.