𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩//Corbyn Besson//✔︎

Chapter 1

"Is your body talkin'? 'Cause you don't know what to say. Do you do this often? Is it all just a game?" ~Corbyn Besson, Cold in LA

If you'd told me two years ago that I'd be sitting on a bench in a park, crying over a boy, I'd have just given you a look. I wouldn't have believed you if you'd told me I'd be in Los Angeles. I'd have laughed.

Now, I'm here. On a bench in a park, crying over a boy in LA. I dated him for a year and a half. We were really happy. Or so I thought. He'd been cheating on me for a whole frickin' year. Was I really that oblivious? How had I not noticed his shitty personality?

I sighed and clicked my earbuds to press play.

I'm a little bit shy

I'm a little bit right on time

And I know that you don't operate the same

Are you feelin' alright?

'Cause I really can't tell sometimes

I wanna know what's going on inside your brain

Just come a little bit closer

'Cause I don't know if I know you yet

Yeah, there seems to be something new everyday

Why do I really wanna hold you?

Why do I want you so bad?

Yeah, you're beautiful but something's in my way.

Cold in LA. By Why Don't We.

Why Don't We is 100% my favourite band. I really like them. Maybe even love 'em. Their songs have helped me through so many frickin' problems. Personal favourite? Fallin', Adrenaline, acoustic version. Corbyn's part always makes me melt. When he sings, "My little sweet surrENder." It's— I can't even explain.

He never liked my obsession with them, said, "You think too much about them. Don't you love me?" Fuck, no. Not anymore.

Is your body talkin'?

'Cause you don't know what to say

Do you do this often?

Is it all just a game to you

I'm wonderin'

Never seen this sort of thing

Am I the only one you came to see?

Corbyn's part. Internal squeal! I sigh and lean back into the bench, earbuds tangling around my arm.

"Ugh. Why do you have to be in love with that... bitsh? He's not even as cute as me."

I feel warm tears trickle down my cheeks.

Fuck you... you... prick!

I hear a dog barking, it's feet pawing the ground.

My eyes pop open as a cute Australian Shepherd Rottweiler hops onto my lap, licking my face.

"Aww," I giggle. "Hey you little cutie!"

"Sorry! I'm still training him!"

I look up to see a guy in a hood and sunglasses.

Is he trying to go for the emo look?

I smile at him. "It's alright. I adore dogs. They're, like, my second best friends."

The boy laughs. "I don't suppose you train dogs, do you?"

I shake my head. "But I wish I could."

On further notice, this guy looks familiar, even with the stupid hood and glasses.

"This may sound weird, but, uhm, you look familiar... like, your nose and mouth," I give him an awkward smile.

He chuckles nervously. "Well... heh heh... I get that a lot. I, uh, better go. Come on, Bean!"

Bean? Aww.

Bean doesn't move.

"Bean! Let's go!" The guy repeats.

I laugh, placing Bean on the ground.

He still doesn't move.

I stand up. "I should probably go too."

"Oh, okay. Hey, are you okay? Your mascara is, uhm, on your cheeks."

What? Oh no. Not in front of this seems-to-be hot guy!

"Oh, haha! Right. I guess, uh, bye?"

"Yeah."

I walk away quickly, but hear footsteps behind me. I turn around quickly, but that guy's still standing where he was.

He was looking at me funny though.

"What?" I call.

"Bean," is his simple answer.

I look down at my feet, and there he is, sitting and giving me a cute doggy smile.

I roll my eyes, picking him up, and walking back over to whatever-his-name-is.

I place Bean at that guy's feet and back up.

Bean follows me.

The guy laughs. "Maybe you should come with me. To, you know, make sure Bean follows me home."

I nod. "Of course! Also, I never got your name."

"I never got yours."

"Isabelle. Izzy," I smile, picking up the cute little dog.