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hahahahahah it's -basicbesson comin at ya with a chapter written all by herself like the good person she is

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CORBYN
looking at the apartment, i kind of realized just how small it really was.

for starters, there's only one queen sized bed, which would be great for cuddling, obviously.

"daniel?" "yeah corbs?" he was behind me, lugging both his and my suitcase because i forgot it. "look at our bed!" I said.(that rhymed)"bed...as in singular?" his voice was suspiciously strained, which i'm not going to lie, kind of hurt.

"yes. just a queen sized bed." "queen sized?" ouch. "yes. i said that before."

my voice came out a lot harsher then before, which is great because this is the kid i'll be working with for the next few weeks.

taking a deep breath, i grabbed my luggage and threw it in the corner. there'd be time to unpack after the first session.

JONAH
everyone settled into their uncomfortable wooden chairs on a platform in the big main area. i ended up with eben, who was great and all, but had trouble putting his words into song form.

"i'm so ready for this, how about you?" speaking of the devil, eben fell into his seat three minutes late, wiping his brow with a huff. "yep." i forced out.

"hello viewers! as we stated in our last video, we have a bit of a competition going on! these lovely young men will be fighting to see who will go home with the title of the best song writers! in this episode, we'll be following the boys along as they work together to write a song. you ready, boys?"

"yes." i grit. eben was a little too close for comfort, his elbow resting on my thigh. it tickled a little.

"okay, depart! we'll be meeting up at the end of the week to see who loses this round!"

JACK
day one, zach and i were on a roll. we had half of the song done, and it sounded great. "this is going surprisingly well!" i said. "yeah. all you needed was my talent." zach giggles. i felt my smile grow bigger, laughing a little at zach's ego.

EBEN
despite jonah being a little bit distant, everything was working well. our song was done and good. we managed to work together enough so that our duet didn't sound forced. "this sounds great!" i gushed. jonah smiled, surprising me. "it does, doesn't it?" he laughed. "yep."

CORBYN
this was not working. at all. daniel couldn't seem to focus, and whenever i tried to talk to him about it, he blushed and wouldn't talk to me. "daniel. we have three days left to write and put a tune to an entire song! whatever's up with you, i need you to get over it and help me with this." i huff. "sorry corbyn." "come on. i think we should-" a camera suddenly stuck itself in my face, me bumping my nose on it. "excuse you." i mutter. "what was that, kid?" the cameraman growled. "nothing, sir." i reply, forcing myself to be polite.

this was going amazing.

ALL
"despite all of the struggles this week, all of the boys managed to write and finish a song! so, now each group will be performing! we will start with Austin and Nick." the producer smiled her over bright smile, motioning to a nearby stage.

all of the groups performed, some going well, some not.

the boys were now all nervously sitting in a small room with way too many chairs, preparing to hear who was going home.

none of them may have liked this competition, but they were all competitive people.

no one wanted to go home first.

corbyn was looking everywhere but at the producer, daniel was staring weirdly at corbyn, jonah was smiling as he pushed eben away, and zach was trying not to let anyone notice how his fingers were brushing jack's.

"i can tell all of you are nervous. well, the wait is over, and the first pair home, also the worst song writers-" ouch. harsh. "are..."

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cliffhanger because this isn't my book.

A/n (this is actually the author writing aka Emily)
I wanted to Thank my chica for writing this chapter. I love you -basicbesson