You're walking down the hallway, excited to go back home. But, someone pins you against the locker. It's the bad boy of the school but also your best friend, Corbyn Besson. "Where do you think you're going?", "What the hell corbyn!" you shout at him. Inside your head though, you say differently. You've had a crush on Corbyn for so long. You never did anything as you didn't want to risk your friendship with him. "Hm, how bout we go to my place?" he asks. "Uh sure, why not? Any specific reason?" you ask. "Not really, just want to spend time with you." he responds. You and Corbyn walk to his car as he drives to his place. It was a sort of quiet ride. You and Corbyn didn't talk. You arrive at his place and go up to his room.
You realize he's been acting weird the whole day so you decide to speak up. "Ok Corbyn, I know you want to talk about something. Stop trying to procrastinate yourself from talking to me. Now go and speak, coward." I tell him in a passive-aggressive way. "Ugh, you know me too well." he complains. He walks towards you and sits beside you. He holds your hand, "Ok, this is serious." he says. "If you're gonna tell me about how you got in trouble for vandalizing some wall then-" I was cut off by him. "No, it's not that. Just listen." he says firmly so I stay silent and nod to signal that he can start talking. "I've been feeling weird lately around you. I've been feeling happier around you and I treasure the moments we spend together a lot now. I think.. I'm in love with you." he says in a soft and gentle voice. "Wh-what?" you stutter. "Yeah, you heard me right. I'm not asking much, I just had to get it off my chest." he says looking away. You use your fingers to softly make him look at you.
"You know, I've been hiding it for a while; but I developed feelings for you too. I love you, Corbyn Matthew Besson." you say that as tears slowly fall down your cheek. It's not tears of sadness, but of joy. He smiles at you as he starts to tear up. "I love you too." he pulls you into a kiss. You feel shocked at first but then you start moving your lips with his. You've been waiting for this moment for so long. You pull away from the kiss. "Hehe, I always knew you were a softy." you laugh at him as you wipe a tear away from his face. "Shh, no one can know I cried over some girl." he whispers. "Uh! Some girl!" you shout. "Oh, let me rephrase that: over some beautiful, kind and amazing girl that I love." he chuckles. You laugh as you pull him into another kiss. This time you push him against the bed. Oh how this feels so good. He pulls away from the kids for a second as you show a look of concern and confusion. "I'm so glad to call you mine." he says softly into your ear giving you shivers down your spine. "I'm glad to be yours."
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Corbyn Besson Imagines~
Fantasyjust a bunch of imagines with you and corbyn besson. hope you enjoy!