𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩//Corbyn Besson//✔︎

Chapter 2

"We go, breaking up like cell phones, when I speak, 'cause you don't listen when I talk. Dial tone, nothing but that high note, when you speak 'cause I don't listen when you talk." ~ Jonah Marais, Talk

"This place is gorgeous!" I exclaim, placing little Bean down.

The boy nods. "Yeah."

"Are you sure you can't tell me your name?" I ask. I really can't keep on calling him "boy" and "guy".

"No. I just don't want to tell you," he shrugs.

Ugh. He's annoying.

Bean howls to no one in particular.

"Aww," I say, crouching down. "You just want attention, huh?"

Bean licks my jean covered leg.

"He really likes you," the guy says.

"Hmm?" I reply, even though I know exactly what he just said.

"Nothing," he says quickly.

I stand back up. "Where's the bathroom?" I point to my face. "It's embarrassing enough that you saw this, but I don't want the whole frickin' world to know."

He points to a white door with the word WASHROOM on it.

I laugh. "Do you have that on every door?"

He nods proudly. "My room says C— has my name on it."

"Oh. Okay."

C? Christopher? Caleb? Cole?

C—Corbyn? Ha. Right.

I quickly open that door and click it close.

I grimace at my face in the mirror. He was right, mascara has dried on my face in streaks, making me look like one of those creepy "I'm so sad" girls in movies and the horrible music videos.

I splash water on my face, making sure the mascara comes off.

Finally done, I go back to where that guy was but he isn't there.

Then, I hear voices. Voices I totally know.

"You'd better be there. We have to record it now."

"I know, Jonah. Just... I have to bring this girl home," the guy replies.

Jonah... Marais? I'm right. I should be. It sounds like his voice.

"A girl?"

"I met her at the park, Bean ran over to her. He couldn't leave her," the boy replies.

I walk closer to the voices.

"Right. Hurry up though."

I stop at the doorway, peeping my head through slightly, so I can see the guy. He's pretty tall... ooh. Daniel Seavey? Corbyn Besson? Definitely not Jack or Zach.

Ugh. He still has a hood on.

But his eyes...

They're a dark green... but somehow also looks grey...

"Yeah, man, I know."

"Alright. See you later, Corbyn."

I can't help it.

I jump out and yell. "Corbyn? The Corbyn Besson? From Why Don't We?"

Aha! I knew it!

Corbyn ends the call, shaking his head. "Yes." He flips off his hood, revealing his perfect brown hair.

I should have known. I even saw his frickin' eyes.

"Oh my frickin' god, I just met my celebrity crush and didn't even know it!" I whisper-scream.

Corbyn starts to smile. "Celebrity crush?"

I swear I'm red. "Possibly."