Mebby and WDW (BxB) Oneshots

(V) Zonah

-Violated (at a party?)

( this could be taken as a strictly platonic relationship but take it how you want idc)

zach herron was friends with corbyn. it didn't make sense to anyone at their high school either but they just kind of went with it. they weren't best friends but close enough that corbyn invited zach, a freshman, to a juniors and seniors party at his house.

"an actual party? no joke?"

"yeah, little man. what are you doing instead? calculus?"

"i guess but you have to invite daniel."

"stupid seavey? nah."

" 2020, corbyn. he's just mute not stupid. anyways then, i can't come. i promised daniel i'd help him with his guitar."

"fineeeeeeeee but you better be there, z."

"you got it!", zach said, as corbyn ran off into the distance of the school hallways.

zach only had a slight crush on corbyn. maybe it was just because he was an older guy who didn't hate on him for being bi or a freshman.

-time skip, loves-

"dani, it's just a party. besides, you're a sophomore. parties should be an everyday thing now that you can drive!"

daniel was shaking his head constantly. he didn't like most of the other students. he was known as stupid seavey. in addition, corbyn was a grade-a dick to daniel when zach wasn't there.

" please. i really want corbyn to like me and this party is the ticket.", zach pleaded.

but, on the other hand, he didn't want to disappoint zach. he was the older boy's only friend and didn't know what he'd do without him.

daniel pulled out his phone with a text to voice interpreter and in a robot voice, zach heard a fine. almost on cue, the bell for their study period rung and daniel drove zach to his house.

zach's parents were still working and would be until 11 that night. zach giggled and grabbed his best friend's hand to lead him to his room. it wasn't anything interesting. it was white sheets, a couple of cups on the dresser, and a bunch of pictures of his favorite celebrity, penny pretty cool. daniel sat down on the bed as zach showed him a series of outfits.

the first was a white button up with a yellow skirt and yellow converses. he did a little spin for daniel and flashed his naturally bright smile.

"pretty basic but it's cute.", daniel typed.

the second was a simple oversized hoodie and white skirt. no spin and a little smirk.

"i thought we were impressing someone. another man's hoodie? and what's with the skirts, weirdo?"

"daniellllllll, it's femboy friday."

daniel shrugged and gestured for him to continue,

the last dress was a small red one that he'd stolen from his mother a while ago. that one came with a large smile and a bunch of trying to pull it down.

"zach. no. you look like a skank.", but the translator mispronounced it. luckily, he knew his friend.

"lame. which one then?"

"second."

"yes! okay, okay, okay. what are you wearing?"

"what's wrong with what i have on?", daniel looked down at his white tee and blue jeans.