[✓] 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐇𝐒, 𝚋𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚗

forty-four ☆ locked door

DECEMBER

narrator's pov:

the final bell rang, and the students of riverview high flooded out of the front doors.

"i love winter break," waverly stated, holding jonah's hand as they walked to his car.

"and i love you," jonah replied.

"ugh, when are they going to be official?" chloe whispered to zach, walking behind them, "i wish ethan treated me like that."

zach's throat immediately tightened, "u-um, want to go to donna's diner?"

"i'd love that," chloe remarked.

she interlocked her hand with zach, and turned away from waverly and jonah.

"hey! where are you guys going?" jonah called out.

"donna's diner!" chloe shouted back.

everyone was supposed to meet up at corbyn's house by six in the evening. they were going to exchange gifts for secret santa, and then have a sleepover.

-

"a basket of fries and one double chocolate chip milkshake with two straws, please?" zach requested.

the waitress nodded, and went back to the kitchen to prepare their food.

"so, what's the deal with ethan?" zach asked, acting oblivious.

"i don't know," chloe sighed, "sometimes i feel like he loves me, and other times i feel like he doesn't even know i exist."

"does he make you happy?" zach inquired.

chloe shrugged, "i mean, i guess."

"well, i have come to the conclusion that he's not the one for you," zach declared, "someone who truly loves you wouldn't make you doubt their feelings for you. if he were the one, his love for you would be consistent, and not only sometimes."

chloe was shocked at what zach had to say, "whoa, that was super deep."

their food came, and they continued to talk and eat before the sleepover at corbyn's.

-

lillian headed to corbyn's house a little bit earlier than everyone else.

"hey," corbyn greeted, opening the door.

he gave her a hug, and leaned down to attach his plump lips with his girlfriend's.

"when's everyone else coming?" lillian asked.

"not for another twenty minutes or so," corbyn answered, "that leaves us some alone time."

"yeah, alone time," lillian mocked, walking towards corbyn's living room, "if you're not going to set up, then i will."

lillian grabbed the mattresses and spread them across the floor. then, she topped them off with bed sheets, pillows, and blankets.

"i thought we could sleep in my room," corbyn pointed out.

"and do what?" lillian questioned, spreading out the comforters.

"anything you would want to do," corbyn replied, "and i mean, anything you'd like."

"i can tell what you're trying to hint, corbs, i'm not dumb," lillian laughed.

corbyn chuckled, and smashed his lips onto hers. lillian could smell corbyn's pungent cologne, and he had a stronger taste of the vanilla bean chapstick plastered on her lips. their lips molded perfectly together, and each kiss was filled with passion and love.