𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐄𝐋 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐘 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐒

17; corbyn's best friend

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someone who's jealous. -B u l g a r i a n-

Imagine 17:

Tour is the best.

Today is our tenth day on the road. My best friend, Corbyn, is in a band and they are currently touring all over the world.

Management allowed me to go, which I was surprised by, but I'm not going to complain.

I was in the main area, where the couch and tv is at. Currently, I was watching Corbyn and I's favorite show, Criminal Minds. However, Corbyn is not watching it with me. He, and the rest of them, are in rehearsals. They invited me to watch, but I politely denied. I couldn't miss this weeks episode of Criminal Minds.

Me and Corbyn have been friends since Freshman year. We both didn't fit in, so it was easy to become friends. We both like science and math. He likes to sing, and I like to dance. I've been told that we act like a couple— I don't see it.

In High School we were known as the 'It' couple, but we've actually never dated. Nor will we ever. He's like a brother to me.

"Ah, Matthew Gray Gubler is so hot," I sighed to myself. This was very much true. 40 years old? Pft, please.

"Not as hot as me," Zach said coming into the bus, the boys followed. Daniel looked, how should I put this— hot. Yes, hot.

Daniels wearing a tank top, which shows off his muscles, and cargo pants. He's sweaty and his hair is messy. Hot.

Corbyn looked like a rat. What's new?

"Sure," I said sarcastically. He put his hand on his heart and a pained expression overtook his face.

"Meanie," he cried out. Jack hugged him, calming him down.

"Corbyn, sit next to me " I patted the couch cushion. He smirked and jumped on top of me.

"Nah," he started, "I like this spot a lot better."

"Get your fat butt off of me," I pushed him, he didn't budge.

He wiggles on my lap. Daniel sat next to us. He seemed angry, I just shrugged.

"I love to sit on my beautiful girlfriend," he smiled.

"Shut up," I rolled my eyes.

"You love me," he smirked playfully.

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No I don't."

"Yes you do."

"No I-"

"Shut up!" Daniel growled, standing up and walking away.

"What's up with him?" I ask.

Corbyn shrugged, "I don't know. He's been in a mood all day."

"Why?"

"I just said I don't know, idiot."

"Rude," I slapped his arm.