His arms wrap around me the second I climb into his lap. He was warm. He was also kind of sweaty but i didn't care that much. I looked up and saw the boys trying to calm down Zach.
I reach for the notepad and pen in front of me and quickly jotted something down. I ripped the sheet of paper from its bind and crumbled it into a ball. The boys still screaming at Zach trying to calm him down, which you shouldn't do, covered the noise the paper was making.
I turn my head to face Corbyn. He raises his eyebrows as if saying "what are you doing?" I shrug him off and drop the ball of paper on my lap. I watch the boys for a bit longer then turn and tap Corbyn on the head. He looks down at me, a slight blush flying over his face like a cloud. "Yeah?" He questions. I pick the ball from my lap and point to Zach. "Ohh" he whispered to himself figuring out what i wanted him to do. He grabbed the ball from my hand and i moved myself to the other-side of his lap. He picked his arm up and aimed for Zach. With a small grunt, the ball went flying through the air and smacked Zach right in the face.
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Wrong Number ~ Why Don't We
FanfictionThe title is pretty self-explanatory.. I didn't really know how to make the cover so it's crappy
