Black jeans- Corbyn Besson

Waffles

     I woke up and rolled over to checked my phone, Monday morning. What do I do on the weekdays? Well, its summer. What am I gonna do? I got up and showered. I slid into some black jeans, as usual, a t-shirt and some sneakers. I tied my hair up into a bun and walked downstairs. The 5 pizza boxes were still on the counter and Tom was still snoring on my couch. I scoffed at the sight of Toms' drool all over my couch and kept walking. I sat on the little sofa aside from the couch Tom was slobbering on and turned on the T.V. Since I'm a reasonable human being, I lowered the volume and switched the channel to 'America's funniest videos'. I don't even get why people laugh at other people hurting themselves, but whatever man. I scrolled through my phone and smiled at Corbyn and I's conversation. My chain of thoughts was interrupted by a giggle I heard from beside me. I glance up and see Tom grinning at the T.V. muttering to himself. "That's so stupid...why would you even jump off of there... it's like a 2% chance of mortality." I throw my pillow at him and laugh at his puffy face. "So you aren't asleep huh?" Tom smirked and threw the pillow back. "It's not like you slept last night, all I heard coming from your room were giggles and 'Corbyn is so cute', 'he's so funny', 'oh my gosh'. He mimicked a girly voice at the end of his sentence which didn't match my voice at all, but he still chose to use it.

    I felt my face heat up. "Shut up Tom! I have to deal with your monkey-mating soundtrack  at the shop so don't even get me started!" Tom's cheeks were now red and he covered his face with his pillow. "Cut the crap A" "Whatever, let's just clean up the house and order some brunch." Tom nodded and we started to clean up. An hour went by and we were finally done. "Alright you already know what we're getting..." "WAFFLES!" We yelled in unison to prove our friendship to the neighborhood that was already tired of our bullshit ever since Tom and I met. We placed our order and decided to watch a movie. The doorbell rang and once again I grabbed Tom's wallet and headed towards the door. I opened the door and revealed a curly-headed boy with a visor that had a small waffle on it.

      "Hi, uh- are you Aria?" He checked the receipt and went on, "6 buttermilk waffles, 6 blueberry waffles, and 10 of our limited-edition double-chocolate-swirl waffles?" The boy spoke in an 'are you sure you're gonna eat-all-of-that' tone. I heard Tom's giggles in the back. I cleared my throat. "Yeah um- that's me- that's my order." The boy handed me 3 bags and I set them on a table inside and glared at Tom, who was now a giggling mess. I rushed back out and paid the boy. "Enjoy your breakfast, Aria." He handed me a smaller bag, that had what looked like syrup. "Thank you-" I read his name tag and continued, "Jack, have a good one." We waved goodbye and I stepped back inside. "Was that really necessary?" Tom was slapping his knee in laughter. I waved his wallet that was in my hand and he stopped laughing. "I thought I hid that!" "It's totally hidden right on top of the table." We both giggled away and munched on our breakfast.

    After a few hours of binge-watching various Netflix shows, I receive a phone call, from Sheila. "Hey Ari." "Hey Sheila, what's up?" "Um, I just wanted to let you know that there was a guy looking for you, I think he said his name was Cory or Curby or Cor-" "Okay Shelia, thanks." We talked a bit more and then hung up. Did he really just go to the shop? Looking for me? I try to brush it off and continue watching the show with Tom but I can't help but feel the butterflies in my tummy. I feel my phone vibrate.

'You weren't at the shop today, is everything okay? :('

I.Literally.Screamed.

Tom jumped. "What the heck A, that wasn't even the scary part" I giggled and texted Corbyn back.

'I only work at the shop on weekends :) thank you for askinggg'

My phone vibrates again.

'Ohhhh okay, aww that means I've got to wait a whole week to see you :('

I raised my eyebrow and texted back.

'I mean- we don't necessarily need to wait a week to see each other...."

I hear my phone ring and I glance at the name of the person calling.

             Corbyn

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