𝒄𝒐𝒓𝒃𝒚𝒏 𝒃𝒆𝒔𝒔𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒎𝒂𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒔

christmas eve eve (fluff. short.)

POV: you've been dating corbyn since freshman year of high school, and you both are now in college. your vibing with the 'long distance relationship', him going to a college thousands of miles away from you, while you go to a beauty school in your home town. with Christmas just around the corner, your heart felt dull with corbyn out of sight...

"Y/N, just get up, alright. Who knows, he might pop up," my sister smiles at me. I groan.
"No fucking thanks. I'll just sleep all day, it's fine," I shove my face deeper into my pillow. She sighed.
"I didn't want to have to do this..."
I lift my head, "Do wh-"
Before I know it, I'm screaming bloody murder. My body was flung over my sister's shoulder.
"Damn, I didn't know you were this light," she says all giddy.
"If you don't put me the fuck down, I will-"
I paused and thought for a minute.
"Come on, Y/N, you couldn't hurt a fly," she laughs. I sigh and hang limply on her shoulder.
"Bitch.." I mumble.

She drags me downstairs and sits me on the stool behind the bar. She turns around, grabbing ingredients out of cupboards. Not sure where they came from, but I don't come out of my room enough to check, anyways.
"So, what are you making?" I ask, my elbow resting on the counter as the palm of my hand holds my head up. She looks up at me, an eyebrow raised, then turns back, ignoring me. I frown.
"K, be that way."

She's been cooking nonstop for the past half an hour. I've nearly fallen asleep twice.
"Alright, breakfast is ready," she said, pulling me out of my thoughts.
"Good. I was starting to think it never would be," I roll my eyes.
"Be grateful I even cooked," she smirks. I stick my tongue out at her and grab a fork. I stab the food in front of me, afraid to eat it, but reluctantly shove it in my mouth.
"Hmm," I ponder, "I guess this doesn't taste like shit." I look at her with my best 'you-didn't-fail-as-a-sister' look. She knots her eyebrows.
"Gee, thanks. Means a lot, really," she brings her hand to her heart. I smile.
"Anytime."

After a while of talking and eating, we both finish and clean up.
"Alright. Tomorrow is Christmas Eve and you are absolutely not going to be depressed until Christmas. So, with that, you and I are going out with some of our friends," my sister looks at me all sincere like she cares. I raise my eyebrows.
"What friends?" I ask. She rolls her eyes.
"Go get ready."

About half an hour later of just standing in the mall lobby waiting for our so called friends, a group of girls and a few guys come up. They hug my sister and do all the mushy shit people do during reunions and we finally start shopping. I stop by Victoria Secret, needing some new lingerie sets. I look at a lacy black pair, tracing it with my fingers. What the hell would I ever do with this? Sighing, I let go of the fabric, the lace design falling from my fingers.
"You never know," a guy whispers in my ear. I gasp and turn around to see him, standing just behind me, with a bouquet of roses and a box of chocolates.
"Corbyn?" I ask blankly.
"Y/N?" He retorts.
"Oh my... you motherfu-"
"Watch your mouth, Y/N," he knots his eyebrows. I playfully punch his arm and hug him tightly.
"What are you doing here?" I ask him.
"I couldn't celebrate Christmas without my favorite girl," he whispers. I frown.
"You're so cute," I laugh.
"I know."

{ repost because i'm losing motivation :( }