mine//z.h

-TWENTY-

                          mine

-chars pov-

       after some more shopping we decided it was time to start heading to the venue. "so how are you and zach?" I can feel the blush on my cheeks, "we're really great and I really love him. enough about zach and I, we never talk about you and Corbyn."

it was her turn to blush now, a huge smile on her face. "I'm so in love with him and I can really see us getting married someday, someday soon dare I say." I stop walking and once she notices she turns to face me, "Christina Marie Harris! are you serious?" she looks confused but nods anyway. "this is so exciting! you might actually make me cry."

she slaps my arm while smiling. "come on mrs besson, zach will be mad if we're late." I can hear her groan before mumbling, "shouldn't have ever said anything." we finally arrive at the venue, fans lining out through the doors. "wheres the back doors? we need to hurry before they notice us."

one of the security guards notices us and points us through a gate that leads to the back of the venue. "yo where are my boys at?" Chris and I walk farther through the venue, trying to locate where the boys are getting ready for the concert.

"in here!" once we walk through the door we're in the green room where the boys are hanging out. "char! babe! hello!" I walk over to zach and kiss his cheek, "hi zach." just as we got there it was time for the boys to go out and wow the crowd.

"good luck boys!" we follow them up until the curtains where christina and I will watch from. "HELLO NEW YORK." I glance over at christina and smile at her, her giving me a smile back. we were proud of our boys. they were doing big things and it only goes up from here.

  after the concert and limelight we decided to hang backstage until the boy's flight to their next stop. "how many marshmallows do you think I can fit into my mouth?" we all turn to corbyn who was holding a bag of mini marshmallows. "42." now we all look to Jonah who was the only one to answer.

"corbyn no." christina looks to me with pleading eyes. "I think 54 at least." she glares at me then turns back to Corbyn. "no corbyn." he smiles at her as he opens the bag. "Corbyn yes!" thus begins corbyn stuffing 73 mini marshmallows into his mouth.

    authors note

        hope you enjoyed:)

           i am sad:((

      I am going to do a character/author Q & A!

       comment your questions!

CHAR:

ZACH:

JACK:

JONAH:

DANIEL:

CORBYN:

CARTER:

CHRISTINA:

ME AKA THE AUTHOR: