Black jeans- Corbyn Besson

Black Jeans

A few days have passed since the incident. Corbyn has been staying with me. I can't even express my gratitude enough. I thank him every day and he just smiles and replies, "That's what I'm here for, munchkin." I feel like I'm living in a dream. It's crazy. It's almost too good to be true.

I decided it's time to talk to Tom. The others and I meet up in front of Tom's house. Corbyn gives me a reassuring look. I softly smiled and knocked on the door. Tom opened the door and lowered his head. He lets us inside and we all sit in a circle. Tom starts off by apologizing. I try to keep my cool. He apologizes to Sheila, and everyone. We all nod. He goes on and on for about an hour and a half, but Sheila stops him. "We get it, Tom, I accept your apology...Just please, please be more careful. Don't do things if you already know the consequences." We all agree with Sheila's statement and Tom says he'll never do it again.

Jonah decides to break the silence; "Just don't touch my girl like that again, okay?" Corbyn and I giggle a bit while the other boys gasped. "My GIRL?" They couldn't believe their ears. Jonah and Sheila giggled and nodded. She turned to him and kissed his cheek. While everyone processed the information, she turned to Corbyn and I. She winked at us and nodded. Corbyn cleared his throat and spoke up; "We're also dating." Jack rolled his eyes and the rest of the guys shook their head. "I think that's kind of obvious Corbyn." Zach nodded furiously and we all laughed everything off.

Things seemed to be pretty normal, even though I had a weird feeling; like I was being shaken.

Literally shaken.

I gasp for air and open my eyes. I feel a sharp pain in my hip and arm. The spray bottle had spilled all over the place. My black jeans were soaked and sticky. I heard a voice speak in a worried tone; "Hey, are you okay?" I feel a pair of hands help me up. I took off my cap and held my head in confusion. "What just happened?" I had absolutely no idea what was going on. I rub my eyes and quickly got a clear view of the stranger standing in front of me. I almost choked; "Woah, you're cute." The boy just giggled it off and tried to explain the situation. "You gave me my order and went back to clean a counter or something and slipped. I remembered that you had asked me for my name, but when I turned to tell you, you had already slipped." I nodded and stretched a little bit. The boy continued; "Did you hurt yourself, should I call an ambulance?" I quickly stop him. "No, I'm alright." I tried to smile, to convince him that I was fine. The worried stranger nodded and softly smiled. He jogged to the counter and grabbed a pen along with a napkin. He wrote something down and slid it to me. We waved goodbye and I took a look at the napkin. It had scribbled numbers at the top; I continued to read:

"I also think you're cute Aria, here's my number -Corbyn :)"

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Way.

A/N: Hey guyyyssssss, I hope you enjoyed the story. It was really fun to make. Let me know what you think about it. Feel free to ask any questions about the story, characters, etc. Thank you for your time! Lots of love!

-April April