warning; sad
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corbyn watched as rain drops slowly escalated down the glass windows of the tour bus. him and of course the bus driver were the only ones awake. it was around three in the morning; he had to be up in exactly four hours. despite the possible consequences that were sure to arise if he skipped sleeping, corbyn continued to sit on the couch and watch the road. it was calming and for the time being his only form of comfort.
his eyes were fixed on the tall, skyscraping buildings that were off in the distance. though new york city was quite chaotic, there was some peaceful element to the aura of the city. if you pushed aside the smells, pollution, and crazy people, you were left with a land of dreams.
the bus was silent except for the occasional passing cars and corbyn's heavy breaths. he didn't know what he was exactly feeling at the moment, but he did in fact feel alone and for some reason he liked it.
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"corbyn, why the fuck are you out here?" jon asked. he didn't sound concerned, just annoyed. it was like all the signs the blond was giving off we're going right passed all of the people that surrounded him on a daily basis. "get up, we gotta go."
slowly, his eyes adjusted to the light. he hated the light. the sun made him want to gag. oh how he wished for the moon to come back and for the stars to paint a pitch black sky.
"jack can i borrow your hat?"
"daniel, where'd you put my chain?"
"who ate my cereal!?"
corbyn groaned hearing the boy's shuffle around him. he couldn't sit here all day though; he'd end up holding everyone back. he got up from the couch, stretching his uncomfortable, cramped limbs.
"corbyn, go get ready!" jonah exclaimed, shoving the blond towards the back of the bus so he could grab his items.
it was a struggle, but he managed to change into a reasonably nice outfit and freshen up in the bathroom. he felt like everything was moving in slow motion, even with the boys pushing him along and rushing around him.
he wasn't the same.
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daniel's shoulder brushed up against corbyn's as he sat next to the blond. corbyn didn't really pay attention to anything that was happening. his mind was focused on the floor in front of him. he wanted so badly to jump into the happy conversation that was occurring beside him, but he couldn't remove himself from his trance.
"the interview's starting soon," daniel mumbled over to corbyn. it was easy to see that the twenty one year old had his mind off in space. he always needed an alert or an extra shove to get him going. a lot of people thought he was just lazy; it was more than that though.
the interview began. it was nothing new, just some typical questions about music, tour, fans; that was until the questions dove further into the boy's personal lives.
"corbyn would you consider your childhood a good one?" the woman asked. he probably should've known her name, but like always, his mind was elsewhere.
he slightly cringed at the question. who was she to be asking that?
be professional corbyn.
