Chapter 23

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"Don't matter what you do. Don't matter what you say. I'm lyin' here with you, but baby, I just can't stay mad at you." ~Jack Avery, Mad At You

I pull Corbyn behind me, into the store where I last saw the cushion thing.

"There!" I smile, letting go of his hand, and grabbing it.

It's a green bunny, medium size. I look at the tag. It's a Squishmallow. And the name is Isabella. Hah. It's green, like I said, and it reminds me of Corbyn's eyes. It has two whiskers on each side... well, sewn on whiskers, and black eyes, and pink nose connected to the mouth.

Corbyn... eyes... CW!

"Corbyn!" I say, turning to him.

He smiles at me, pulling me to him. "Yes, Iz?"

"I'm changing its name to CW."

"CW?"

"Yes. It's green. Like your eyes."

"My eyes? Then what does CW stand for?"

"You."

"Me?"

"Yes you."

"I don't understand."

"It's you. Obviously."

"Yeah, no."

"CW."

"CW, CW, CW, C—" he sighs, shaking his head. "Seriously? Corby Worby?"

I giggle, nod. "Yes. And it's so cute."

"Who? The bunny, the name, or me?"

I laugh. "The bunny, the name, and you."

He kisses me quickly. "I find you the cutest."

"Haha."

We look to the side, seeing Eli.

"Eli? What are you doing here?" I ask.

He holds up a bag. "Getting stuff."

Wow. Way to be specific.

"El!!" A high squeal sounded.

A girl with bright hazel eyes appeared, her slick brown hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. She's wearing makeup, but definitely not over done.

Buuut...

She's wearing a fucking mini dress. A fucking mini dress. It's deep purple, hugging her.

"Oh, hey Mel," Eli nods.

She goes to hug him, kissing him.

Right.

Mel.

The girl he slept with.

He turns to us. "Izzy," he nods at Corbyn, "This is Melody. My—"

"Girlfriend!" Melody smiles.

Eli shrugs. "More like just friends."

Melody frowns. "Eli."

Eli laughs nervously. "Okay, so maybe fuck buddies."

I roll my eyes. "Okay, well, me and Corbs have to go. So bye!"

I pull Corbyn to the next aisle, listening.

"Let's listen, Corbs."

Corbyn grins. "Yes."

I clutch CW, but nuzzle my face in Corbyn's neck. Corbyn hugs me back.

"Mel, we're just friends," Eli sighs.

𝔑𝔞𝔱𝔲𝔯𝔞𝔩//Corbyn Besson//✔︎Where stories live. Discover now