Y'all should know the cast
This is a different story but with the same people as "Wrong Number- Corbyn Besson"
Enjoy😊
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17 year old Brooklyn Mayors was listening to Ariana Grande, her idol. She was humming as she got ready to go to the new neighbors house for dinner.
"Sweetheart cmon we have to go meet the new neighbors" My mom yells.
My dad died when I was 14 in a car accident. It was hard on us but we managed to get through it.
I run downstairs and walk out the door with my mom following behind me. I run up to the door and knock on it. A lady about my mom's age appeared.
"Why hello, my name is Carly Mayors and this is my daughter Brooklyn, she's 17" My mom says as the lady let's us in.
"Hello, my name is Sasika Besson and this is my son Corbyn he's 17, my other son Jordan he's 16, and my daughter Ashley she's 14. My husband is in the army right now so he isn't going to eat with us tonight" Sasika said.
Time skip
I walked out of the bathroom and felt a sharp pain on my ass. I look behind me and see a smiling Corbyn.
"Nice ass" He says.
"Thanks" I say laughing and walking away. He runs up to me and puts my arm around me and walks me to his room. We walk in and it's blue with some posters of guitars.
"You must like singing" I say.
"Yeah I actually made a song" Corbyn says.
"Can you sing it pleaseeee" I beg. He nods and sits down on his chair and begins to sing
The day the world flips over
The day the sun dries out
The day the sky falls down
The day the stars give up
The day I'm not by your side
And I'm on my knees
Tears fallin' from my eyes
I'm beggin', please
Even if one day, my bones are broken and scattered on the beach
Every piece of you will have a place in me
Oh, the way your breath is hanging in my lungs
And my blood is running marathons for you, marathons for you
The day the wind will whisper
The day the clouds turn red
The people slip down under
All religion falls down dead
The day humanity crumbles
The day we all will go insane
And when the thunder rumbles
I will forever call your name
Even if one day, my bones are broken and scattered on the beach
Every piece of you will have a place in me
Oh, the way your breath is hanging in my lungs
My blood is running marathons for you, marathons for you
Marathons for you
Marathons for you
I clap and smile.
"That was beautiful Corbyn" I say.
"Not as beautiful as you" Corbyn says making me blush.
We walk downstairs and into the kitchen where Sasika was making dinner.
"Need help mom?" Corbyn asks.
"Yes please" Sasika says. Corbyn helps her. It's so sweet to watch.
Time skip again because it's 6AM and im tired
I walk into my room and smile. Realizing my bedroom was across from Corbyn's bedroom. His abs look so nice. Well I better look away before he catches me.
Corbyn🎸💗: I saw you staring at me. Like what you saw?
Brooke😍: Yep
Corbyn🎸💗: okay😂 well I'm going to bed because I'm tired. Bye Brooke❤️
Brooke😍: bye sleepyhead💕
Read 6:23 PM
I smile to myself and fall asleep.
