lovers | dorbyn

fourteen

morgan sat in class, taking down the notes her teacher scribbled on the board. she answered the simple math question the teacher wrote down, then explaining how to do it in her notes so when she gets home, she won't forget.

"hey," morgan looked beside her, seeing the boy who hardly comes to school. "can i see your notes? i don't get any of this and your notes look helpful."

"oh.. um, sure." she handed him the note book, seeing as they were now getting their worksheet. she glanced him over. he had curly brown hair that was covered by a beanie. his bright green eyes held an emotion that morgan was quite familiar with. he had a light, fading bruise on his left cheek. "you should um.. you should ice it."

he tensed, clenching the pencil in his hand. "i do." he muttered tightly. "it doesn't really help."

she quickly changed the topic. "do you want me to help you with the worksheet?"

he hesitantly gave her a glance— almost a shy glance. "if you don't mind."

"of course i don't." she smiled small. he grinned, writing down his name. peter cruz.

morgan narrowed her eyes at the name slightly, feeling anxiety bubbling through her. just a coincidence.

she shook her head, smiling when he looked over at her. "alright so.."

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after school, morgan walked over to daniel's car. he was standing out of the car, grinning when morgan crashed her body into his. she saw peter from across the parking lot, hesitantly getting into his car.

daniel kissed her head. "you okay, morgan?"

"yeah." she whispered. she saw peter barely get in the car when it sped off, the tires screeching on the pavement. daniel's head turned, seeing the car speed off.

morgan got in the car, kissing her sister on the cheek. once alex was in the car, daniel got in and drove off to their house.

once home, all four of them went inside. corbyn was on a phone call, pacing back and forth. "i don't care if it ruined our reputation! this asshole is harassing my family, obviously i'm going to bring you guys hell!"

"uh.. yeah, go to your rooms, guys." daniel gently said, watching his children scurry off, nalia with morgan.

daniel walked up to his husband, setting his hand on his hip. corbyn bit the inside of his cheek, anger in his eyes. "we are not moving.. help us get a fucking restraining order then! what?! no! oh fuck you too!" corbyn yelled into the phone, scaring daniel slightly.

"corbyn." daniel whispered, kissing his shoulder.

"you're fucking delusional, you know that?" he growled, clenching his cellphone in his hand. "yes i'm angry! you're asking me to drop everything and move with my family when my entire fucking life is in LA! i can't ask the rest of the boys to move! they have families too! and because i'm not doing that you want me to get a divorce with my husband! no, fuck no. i'm not doing it."

daniel forced himself to swallow, feeling the world stop.

corbyn hung the phone up in pure anger, throwing the devise on the couch. he rubbed his forehead with his hand, turning around to face daniel.

"we're not—"

"we are not getting a divorce over this, daniel. we aren't moving, but i am getting that damn restraining order." mumbled corbyn, brushing their lips together. daniel nodded his head, feeling the light peck delivered to his lips.

"i love you."

"i love you too. we'll figure this all out. i promise."

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[a/n]
kinda a filler chapter? idk but stan stormpilot (or finnpoe!)