Corbyn's POV:
I woke to Zach and Jonah spamming my phone. I called Zach first because Assface is at the top of my phone and I didn't feel like scrolling to N's.
Corbyn: What the hell, Zach? Daniel's still sleeping!
Zach: It doesn't matter! Mom's wiping us clean! She was here and spent one whole hour of the visit critizing each of Jack's tattoos!
Corbyn: Are you fucking with me right now?!
Zach: You know I don't joke when it comes to Mom! And....she has a suitcase and is driving to you!
Corbyn: Are you sure it's a suitcase?!
Zach: Yeah! She's in the limo, bro, she's pissed about Smith.
Corbyn: Why?
Zach: When I told her we both adopted, she thought I meant girl orphans! GIRLS, Corbyn! You have 4X the number of boys I have.
Corbyn: I FUCKING KNOW, ZACH! GAH, CAN YOU STALL?!
Zach: Nah, broseph, I don't want her near me!
Corbyn: Please, ZACH!
Zach: Nuh-uh! YOUR PROBLEM! I'd get ready if, I was you!
-Zach Ends the Call-
Timothy walked in adjusting his glasses and yawning.
Timothy: Judging from your intense swearing, there's a problem?
Corbyn: Yeah! Can you do me a favor?
Timothy: It depends, can you get me a telescope?
Corbyn: You sure are Daniel's son....you don't even know what it is! What if I gave you a dollar?
Timothy: Corbyn. Even if it was taking out the trash, I wouldn't do it for a dollar.
Corbyn: Fuck it, okay. I need you and your brothers to...dress up as girls.
Timothy: Someone's in some shit. I ask my payment to add $20.
Corbyn: Don't swear, Timothy.
Timothy: *Mocks* Don't swear, Timothy. It's bad enough my name sounds like a Disney character, don't make one, Besson.
Corbyn: Fine, do you need anything else, Steve Jobs?
Timothy: I need some persuasion tools. Do you have black nail polish?
Corbyn: Yeah, I was an emo teen.
Timothy: Cool, anything gold, silver?
Corbyn: Yeah, I have a couple of shoes that are made of pure gold.
Timothy: Imma need those and I'll be good.
Corbyn: Great. Mia, my stylist, she be in there in a second.
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Two Years|| A Dorbyn Story
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