I DONT BELONG IN THIS CLUB ( wdw. )

12:00 AM

Narrator's POV:

Their is always that friend in your group who is the 'mom.' They make sure everyone is fed, clean and well - mannered.

Now, I don't know which Why Don't We member was typically the 'mom,' but tonight, it was Corbyn.

Corbyn's POV:

So, Daniel was thrown out. Zach and Jack are about an inch away from smooshing booties. Jonah is being very loud. I am completely sober.

Got my work cut out for me.

"Hey Jonah. Let's go back to the hotel." I say dragging him by the arm.

"HI CORBYN! DID YOU KNOW THIS ISN'T WATER? IT'S TEQUILA!" He screams in my ear.

"Okay. A little too loud, Jojo." I whisper, as celebrities stare at my shouting friend.

"Oops. Okay. You want some tequila?" whispers, giving me the same whiff of tequila I smelled when I first arrived.

"I am going to tell your sisters." He looks at me, eyes wide.

"NO. DON'T DO THAT!!!" He sees my annoyed face. "Sorry. Don't do that. Please! I'll do whatever you want."

I look down at my phone.

"Get into a Black Honda Adventure. 877vc3x."

I put Jonah into an Uber to our hotel, and go back in to finish my mission.

Jonah's POV:

"Wassup wid you?" I ask my new best friend, Jeremiah.

He replies from the wheel, "Nothing sir. Candy?" He says as he holds a dish out to me.

"Izz okay." The tune of a old, too catchy boy band song comes on.

"WAAAAIIIIT!!!!! DAS ME SONG! DAS ME SOOOONG!!!" I grab onto the back of Jerry and sing my lyrics.

We arrive at the hotel and a valet helps me to the concierge.

They put me in a wheel chair, and they wheel me to my room, 999829, I think...

Jack's POV:

You would not believe whose cute, plump tushy I am touching right now. Zach's! hehehehe...

Now I know I am drunk.

We're still making out when a guy with white hair, who seems to be very mad at us, pulls us apart.

Corbyn's POV:

"Okay, lovebirds, break it up." I say to Jack and Zach, sounding like the teacher at school everybody hated.

Zach helps Jack up, and I walk them and put them in an Uber. I try to erase it from my mind, but they are holding each other's butts. This time, I use Zach's phone, so I don't get a bad rating, or feed the black hole in my wallet.

They get in a black Subaru, and I go around back for Daniel.

He's on the floor, bleeding and bruised. He's just lying there.

"Shit! Daniel! DANIEL!!! Wake up! Shit!" I check his pulse, then I remember I don't know how.

"Noodles." He murmurs.

"Oh, thank god!" I hunch him over my back and we catch a taxi, because after a while, Uber bills pile up, to the hotel. I rush through the lobby, not wanting anyone to wonder why I am carrying a limp, mildly bloody body.

Zach, Jonah, Jack are all asleep, on different furniture pieces, and all different positions.

I put some band-aids on Daniel's arm, before changing into my own pajamas.

I lay Daniel down, with a kiss on the forehead.

I feel like a mom, tucking my drunk kids into bed.

Mom Corbyn. I like it.