Boy Band Games: Why Don't We Edition ✓

Chapter Forty-eight

THE DAY WAS STILL young, it was only 3 o'clock in the afternoon. However, not a single participant of the BBG could be found loitering outside of the rooms. Well, except for me of course. But hey, I'm not a participant at all.

If any, I'm just a pet.

Because pets eat.

A lot.

Yeah, Lotte is a pet that eats.

Lotte the pet is me.

Nom nom. Grr. Rawr. Hiss. Meow.

We had gotten back from the radio interview about an hour ago; and when we did, every single girl locked themselves inside their rooms and slept. They were probably tired from the camping trip yesterday. Even Mia and Trina were fast asleep in our room where I had just left them. Trina had moved in with us so we could have an easier time to gossip and whatnot.

The camping trip yesterday was fun, to say the least. The games and the team building activities were bizarre and totally fun. However, the other thing that happened last night was more mind boggling and dare I say this, heart stopping. When his beautiful sea green eyes met mine underneath the moonlight, all I could hear was my heart beating through my ribcage, begging for release. I shook my head, trying to get rid of those thoughts. I wouldn't want to read into whatever happened between Corbyn and I last night. For all I know, I might assume too much, and as a result, I may be awkward and stiff around him-- which I don't want to happen by the way.

The sound of my footsteps echoed across the mansion as I made my way downstairs, seeing nobody there. I shrugged to myself and made my way into the kitchen. It's been a while since I had my precious pita, so I'll be making a few for myself. Just the thought of it makes my mouth water.

However, when I got to the heavenly place where pita is made, I was surprised to see someone else inside the kitchen. For a moment, I contemplated whether or not I should run away. Because to put it simply. the person in front of me, was basically the reason why I'm confused as heck.

He wore a plain gray shirt, a pair of white jersey shorts, and he had on his cute pink bunny slippers. He had his back turned from me and seemed very busy, but I recognized the figure anywhere.

"Whatcha got there pretty lady?" I quipped using the same line he did on my first day.

The boy abruptly turned around in surprise. "Mother of—"

His face was covered in flour, and the front of his gray shirt was wet. His mouth was wide open, his ears perked up, and his eyes looked utterly spooked. The startled look on his face made me double over in laughter.

"Y-you should have s-seen y-your face!" I managed to stifle out in between laughs while the latter just looked at me with an amused expression on his face.

He pouted, crossing his arms over his chest. "Not funny."

I stopped laughing and flicked his ear with a grin. "The misfortune of others is always funny."

"You wound me, Lotty." He scrunched up his nose and turned away from me. He continued doing what he was doing before. Somehow, even with the flour on his face and his messy clothes, Corbyn managed to look as radiant as ever.

Hey don't judge me for my vocabulary. Radiant means glowing or whatever; and Corbyn is a pretty lady with a huge light bulb on his head.

I rolled my eyes at his remark and did what I went here for. I went through the fridge and took out three pita bread and gathered all the ingredients I needed for the delicious dish. I turned on the stove and heated a pan for the pita bread after I diced the onions, cucumber, and tomatoes and then chopped the beef.