Wait, Who Dis? || Corbyn Besson

5.5 - epilougue

"answer the question, dumbass." dylan rolls his eyes.

"and the question is?" i ask. they all have their self a face-palm. it's not my fault im dumb it's my genes, i swear!

"would you want to bathe a turtle with no shell?" cora asks life as if it was a normal question.

"ew no, what is wrong with you people"

•.•

"im so tired, carry me." i beg corbyn, heels are the devel i tell you.

"no." he groans in annoyance.

"why?" i pout, im gonna die if i keep on walking. oh my gosh, i already see the light. hold on, im coming. jesus im coming for you, don't leave me.

"because you weigh just as much as a bull if it was eating mcdonalds for 10 years straight." he shrugs his shoulders. i take of my heels not caring any more and just walk until corbyn tells me to hop on his back. i have never turned around so fast, my whole brain did a 360.

i was now on corbyns back, and i was a happy girl. "jeezus woman, how much did you eat." he huffs out. "you saw me eat, it wasn't that much idiot." he raises his eyebrow, "are you sure you didn't eat a horse? i swear i saw horse in that menu-" before he could finish, my hand flung to the back of his head and gave him a well deserved slap.

"ow!" he helps in pain. "what was that for?" he questions.

"for saying i ate a horse, it was a pony get it right next time." i joke.

•.•

i plop on the bed, moaning at its softness. all pairs were at a room, doing lord knows what.

"corbyn feel this bed!" i yell into the pillow. "it's so soft." i rub my face all over it.

"yea, i hope you get a rash all over your body. people could've done nasty things there." he cringes in disgust. he's right though, ive watched inside edition talk about this.

jesus please don't allow this dirty place give me a rash, i just want to be holy, because amen sisters.

" then i'll rub my rash over you. wouldn't that be fun?"

"ew kari, just go to sleep already. you're giving me a headache." he sighs, pushing my head down until it touches the pillow.

"whatever buttface." I close my eyes, falling into a deep sleep quickly.

•.•

"wake up , pig sleeping monster!" corbyn yells as he attempts to shake me.

"let me sleep, ugly." i groan, i grab the pillow by the sides so it can cover my ears from this potato looking monster.

"wake! up!" he yells again, dripping water on me. i wake up in a instant and flip him off as i get up.

"i wanna go on a boat and snorkel." i look up to see corbyn dressed in swimming trunks and a tropical shirt.

what a basic idiot.

"that was kinda that plan." he laughs, "ok, get off your ass and get dressed." he pushes me off the bed creating a 'thump' sound.