Fridays | c.b

〉somethings〈

〈 Amanda 〉

I turned around to the familiar voice that called me, only to see my father whom I haven't seen for two years.

Mom gasps and we both ran upto him.

"Dad! Oh my gosh!" I hugged him tightly.
"Baby! Look how you've grown!" he said, amused. "And my beautiful wife."

He gives mom a kiss which made my heart melt.

"Agh, the women in my life. Hi, how are you— oh I see we got some visitors here!" he said, lending a hand to shake for Corbyn.

Corbyn smiled and shook it back and dad shakes Ashley's hand as well, which made her chuckle a little.

"Hi, nice to meet you again uncle after fifteen years!" Corbyn chuckled.
"Fifteen? Oh God how old am I?" dad laughed.
"You're forty-seven hon." mom reminded.

We laughed dryly.

"They're our neighbors when I was like two, dad" I informed him.
"Oh, the Besson family!" dad laughed, finally recalling it.
"Exactly, yeah" Ashley nodded.
"I'm excited to catch up with you all but uh, it's better to talk home isn't?" he asked.
"Yeah." we nodded.

Corbyn and I along with Ashley helped dad to carry his luggages and wow it was heavy.

"You need help there, Amanda?" Corbyn smirked as we carry the bags outside the airport.
"Uh, no" I shook my head.

I actually needed help.

And I thought the bags would either slip off my hand or my hand would slip off my arms.

What's in this case?!

"Yeah sure, last time I asked you that you fell from the shelf and just mopped the classroom." he snickered.

I playfully hit him with the bag I was carrying on my left which caused him to laugh.

Once we finally reached where we parked at, mom and Ashley opens the back of the car and Corbyn and I put the things we were holding.

Corbyn randomly reaches for my hands and examined my palms.

"Just like Taylor's album, your palms are red, A." he chuckled.

I stood there in shock and playfully rolled my eyes, deciding not to shout at him since dad was there.

"Thanks for letting me us your vehicle kid" dad smiled as he got his phone.
"Sure, but this is actually our mom's car." Corbyn corrected.
"Oh, what's your mother's name again?" he asked.
"Saskia" Ashley replied.
"I'm slowly remembering things now!" dad exclaimed.

We laughed

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"Aunt?" Corbyn asked, his head popping at the door.
"She's upstairs but why?" I asked.
"Oh, just tell her mom's inviting you guys over dinner." he replied.
"Yeah after they do somethings upstairs." I said flatly.

He stared at me before I realized what I said.

"It's not what meant, Corbyn Matthew Besson." I glared at him.
"Okay chill, I just remembered when you were telling dirty jokes at my bedroom" he chuckled. "Hey how'd you know my middle name?"
"Whatever Corby. Just go home, we'll go there in a few" I said.
"No, i'll stay in case you hear some things" he smirked.

I stood up and started to push him outside.

"Uh-uh, you can't push me!" he laughed, holding onto the door frames.

Laughing, I looked at his arms where in his veins popped out.

Let me tell you how hot that looked?!

"Corbyn!" I exclaimed.
"Chill A, i'm headin' out" he chuckled before finally crossing the street.

I waited for him to close their front door before I stepped upstairs.

"Mom, Aunt Saskia's inviting us over dinner!" I knocked on the door.

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