oversized sweaters • {d.s.❕c.b.}

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daniels_apple_juice, i know she's been waiting for an update for a long ass time. :)

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daniel stared at corbyn, fully taking the blonde boy in.

he wore a maroon sweatshirt, ripped blacked jeans, and a pair of white high tops.

before either one of them could speak a word, keri came walking up behind daniel.

"corbyn its nice to see you," she said as she pulled him in to a motherly hug.

keri was whispering something in to corbyn's ear, and he nodded before turning around.

"hey," the word slipped out of corbyn's mouth so loosely as he stood there with his hand out, daniel blinked.

corbyn was pretty much a stranger, but i was petty; how come my mom got a hug? i wanna hug.

daniel soon realized he was staring, and quickly shook the blondes hand as he stuttered out the word, "h-hi."

corbyn chuckled, which only made daniel's face turn in to a deeper shade of red.

i had a few questions for the blonde, but i hadn't realized how awkward it would actually be to talk to him.

keri bit her lip before casually clearing her throat.

daniel felt something inside him relax, yes, save me from my awkward self.

she finally said, "why don't you two go up to daniel's room, and i'll call you down for dinner when it's done."

damn it, mom.

corbyn and daniel both nodded, before heading up the stairs.

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corbyn acted on instinct and sat down on the bed, while daniel awkwardly closed the door.

daniel turned around to see corbyn with a small smile plastered on his lips.

"cute hoodie," he said as he nodded toward the oversized sweatshirt that was draped over daniel's body.

daniel glanced down and looked at the plain sweatshirt, but quickly went pink as he remembered that it wasn't his sweatshirt.

"umm...t-thanks, its y-yours?" daniel stuttered feeling stupid, he already knew it was his, idiot.

corbyn began laughing at the flushed boy, which had the same reaction from daniel as before; red flooding his cheeks.

he nodded and his cute smile rested on his lips, "i figured it was mine."

"d-do you want it back?" i asked, unsure of why i did but secretly hoping he'd say no.

he shook his head, "nope, it's yours now."

a small smile appeared on my lips as he nodded and corbyn patted the bed, motioning for me to sit beside him, which i did.