Zach Herron? Know the name? Didn't think so. He is a young 16 year old who lives on his own in LA. He can barely pay rent and get food for himself.
Corbyn Besson? Know the name? Of course you do. He is the known singer who is 19 years old. He lives...
When he asked me to sleep with him, I didn't know how to feel. I don't know what I felt when he asked me. I felt happy, excited, and nervous because I talk in my sleep. I spent the night at Jonah's house once a few weeks ago, and we slept in the same room. The next morning when we woke up, he was telling me how I was telling myself how rude and obnoxious someone at the diner was being.
"What side do you sleep on?" Corbyn asks, bringing me out of thought.
"I don't know. My bed, at the apartment, is a twin size," I explain.
"Oh, dang, that's tiny. Left or right?" He asks.
"I guess left," i answer.
"Alright. Let me change and then I'll get in bed," he says, getting up.
"Okay," I say, hopping into bed. As I wait for him to come back, I lean across the bed to send streaks out for Snapchat. Of course, I send some to Christina and Corbyn.
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I sent that out. I hear a ding from the bathroom. Then I get a Snapchat from Corbyn.
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I think I'm falling for him. Shoot. I can't fall for a pop star.
"Hey, ready for bed?" He asks.
I put my phone under the bed and scoot over to my side.
"Yep. Oh I should warn you," I say, looking at him.
"About what?" He asks confused.
"I sleep talk," I explain.
"You sleep what?" He laughs.
"If something happened that made me feel something stronger than what I normally feel, I sleep talk it off. Like the night your manager was being a total jerk, I spent the night at a friends and he told me I slept talked about it," I chuckle out nervously.
"Oh okay, so what should I do?" He asks.
"I guess you could listen or slap me to make me stop. Or something," I say, shrugging.
"Okay, I'll record it so you can hear it in the morning if you do wake me up," he says, giggling.
"Okay," I laugh. I lay down and I watch him get in bed.
"Oh just a heads up, I might cuddle you tonight so don't be alarmed," he says.
"I love cuddling. C-can we cuddle?" I ask nervously.
"Yeah come here," he says opening his arms.
I slide over and he hugs me and I hug back. We fall asleep like that.
In the morning:
I wake up and Corbyn isn't there. I get up, use the bathroom, and walk downstairs.
"Oh hey corbs. You look tired," I say sitting next to him.
"I am. Zach, you need to listen to this," he says handing me his phone.
The voice memo is up. It reads Zach talking in his sleep.
"Oh no," I say letting out a sigh. "imma listen to it in the bathroom." I say walking upstairs to the bathroom.
"I don't think corbyn's mom likes me. She is nice though. Corbyn's pretty cute. Yet he's a little too old for me, but age is just a number. Yeah I know I'll get hate if we date. Yes I know what happened last time. I don't wanna talk about that anymore. We aren't bringing that up again. Yes corbyn is a pop star and I'm a nobody, but still," the recording says.
"Oh Jesus," I sigh.
"I'm pretty sure Corbyn will get tired of me like others did. Jonah surprising hasn't left me. He is like a brother to me so he won't leave me hopefully. Maybe Corbyn is the same way. He seems like a chill person." And it cuts there. My god. I walk downstairs and hand him the phone.
"I-I am so sorry that I that," I apologize.
"It's fine. Why do you think I'll get tired of you?" He asks grabbing my hand. .
"I can't pay for my half of stuff we do. I can barely pay my rent. I can't pay for stuff I wanna do," I complain.
"Zach, it's fine. I'd rather you have no money than be a rich snob," he says squeezing my hand.
"Okay," I smile to myself. "What time is it?"
"It's 9:30," he answers.
"Oh crap, I need to go," I say getting up.
"I'll drive you wherever you need," he says slipping on some shoes.
I grab my phone and my clothes. I slip on some of his joggers. He won't mind. And then I head to his car. He drives me to my apartment.
"Thanks for everything," I say getting out.
"No problem," he says.
I go upstairs and get ready. I change into some baggy jeans since I don't feel like squishing my thighs and butt into skinny jeans. Then I keep my- I mean Corbyn's hoodie on. I grab my guitar and put it in its case. Then I get some water and a bag. Then I head to the park.
At the park, I set up at the busy part. I start playing stitches. I get a small crowd gathered. Once I finish, everyone claps except for one. I don't really care.
"Any songs requests?" I ask the crowd.
"Can you do why?" A little girl asks.
"Yes I sure can!" I exclaim.
She looks so happy. I sing it for her. Her parents give me a ten.
"Thank you," I say.
I finish my time there and then I start to count the money. I made almost $65 today. Awesome.
"Hey, Dude. You sounded good," a voice says.
I turn and see a tallish guy with blonde hair and sunglasses on.
"Thanks," I answer.
I stuff the money into my wallet and then I put my guitar in its case and stand up.
"You haven't recognized me yet?" He asks shockingly.
"No, do I know you?" I ask.
"Well, you are wearing my hoodie," the voice says.
"Wait, Corbyn?" I ask tensing up. "How much did you hear?" I ask.
"I was here the entire time so all of it. Chris told me about your work on weekends. Decided to take some time and see what she was talking about," he smirks. I just put my head down in shame.
