It Girl - a Corbyn Besson imagine

Chapter 14

I looked into my closet, grabbing everything that caught my eye, "shit, shit, shit" I mutter as I look for something to wear. I fall to the ground and sigh heavily "fuck, I have nothing to wear" I say heavily, looking around my room, something catches my eye. it was the outfit I wore when I first moved to LA, "wow, it almost feels like forever ago" I whisper to myself. I quickly grab it, as I do, a beautiful dress hiding behind it appears. I drop the other outfit and immediately pick it up "perfect" I gleam as I pick it up to put it on, it's a sweet but fancy dress that hugs me more than i care to admit. (a/n~hello:) i'm back!!) after i get the dress on i quickly do a very natural makeup, no foundation or anything, just something comfortable wherever we go.

i run out to my living room, with my converse in my hand, i plop on my couch, pulling out my phone from my pocket, YOU HEARD ME, MY DRESS HAS POCKETS!! to no surprise corbyn started calling me, so i immediately pick up "hey corbs" i smile into the phone. "hey kayla, i'm almost here so i'd thought i'd give you a heads up" it's like i can hear his nose crinkle through the phone, damn. "oh! thanks for letting me know, that was sweet." i let out a breathy laugh at my sentence, and before he has the chance to respond i hear his car shutting off. "knock knock" was the last thing i heard him say before the call ended and the sound of rapping on wood is replaced with the quick silence. i quickly realized my shoes were never on so i set them to the side and ran to the door. "corbyn! hey" i say as i awkwardly lean on the door frame. he smiles at me, how the hell are his teeth so white, like has no one ever questioned why his teeth look like that one dog commercial with the dental sticks? (a/n pls tell me you know what i'm talking about) "kayla, let me start by saying you look beautiful" oh gee what now? "even without shoes on" OH SHIT MISSION ABORT "but for someone who's whole job is to take pictures, you sure don't know how to pose" he lets out a big laugh that he was clearly holding back. "first off: rude!" i start as i pull my body off the door frame, "second: i didn't get the chance to put in my shoes because a certain someone" i pause to flick him "called me as i was putting them on" i laugh at his face, fake annoyance, i also take a second to look at him before i made my third point, he looked great. "finally, thank you, you clean up nicely too" i say pushing my nose in the air like some posh school girl.

"come in" i say walking from the door to my couch where my shoes are. instead of a reply i heard a door close, "where are we going?" i ask as i slip my shoes on. "that's for me to know and you to love" corbyn says simply. i look up at him, his blue eyes look extra bright against his white button up shirt and black dress pants, but corbyn being corbyn, he was wearing a pair of off-white high tops that somehow when with the look. before long we we're headed out the door, on a date.

we arrive at the airport? is this corbyn's way of telling me to go back home? damn, what a savage. he parks his car and we hop out "you're probably wondering why we're here. mhm, so this is where we met" he starts as we walk towards the terminal pick up "corbs, i know where we met" i say, stifling a laugh. "well i know that, but what you don't know, it was also the day i let go." he says grabbing my hand "let go? of what?" i question, "of everything, my cheating ex, my worry of how people view me, my need for approval. 'why?' you might be wondering, because of you" he stops us in front of the tree i found him crying by "do you remember what you said to me that day? when i told you that i was a basket case?" i rack my brain for a minute it had been so long i honestly didn't remember, i swiftly shake my head, corbyn looked at the tree and then locked his eyes with mine "you said 'nope, just a broken hearted boy', but it made me think, why was i so quick to assume that you thought lowly of me? because i was too caught up in it. kayla you taught me to let go, to be open and free to the what if's of positivity, and that's something you can't buy, frame, or even show off, but it's something that you can experience. i want to experience all of that, and more, with you, and only you. i guess you could say your my it girl, i wanna be IT girl, see what i did there" he giggled a bit as i stood frozen, i needed a second to formulate an answer did corbyn just ask me to be his girlfriend? i smile at him "corbyn, i want to experience a different life with you, one thats loving and caring, funny and genuine, but most of all, a relationship that fulfilling to both of us. your my it boy" i quickly look around us what in the soap opera, we're in nice clothes talking about feelings in front of an airport. "so kayla, will you be my girlfriend?" corbyn says as he pulls his hand out for me to grab. i didn't need to utter a sound for corbyn to know my answer, so i simply took his hand and walked in the direction of the same beach we once knew.

a/n: i've been holding onto this chapter for a while actually, like a year? i decided to end all of my wdw fanfics because i stopped listening to their music. the fandom got toxic and i no longer run my two fan accounts as of 2019. i had wanted to ride the wave of finishing before quitting, but i had a hard time getting the courage to release the last part of an era. being a limelight from 2016-2019 was a very big piece of development for me, i had written the original copy of "it girl" in my english notebook during 8th grade year. the since lost original copy was 100 pages long and my favorite thing in the entire world. when i went to write this fanfic a few years back, i never imagined it getting a single read, let alone over 2k. thank you for letting me express myself through my platform while i still had the chance to be apart of something that was once great. i'll never forget all of the memories i made, hashtags my ibf's and i started, and all of the people i met. before people were hated on, it was truly a welcoming community and everyone was accepted. now with a heavy sigh and a piece of my heart, i say goodbye to why don't we, for one final time.
-b<3
p.s: don't think you can get rid of me just yet, i've still got things brewing in my kitchen of books ;)