August 10th
“Alexa, get up. You have to go to school.”
I sat up and sat there for a minute. After deciding that it was worth getting out of bed, I pulled a sweatshirt and a pair of jeans out of my closet. After changing, I went downstairs and told dad bye before leaving for school.
-
“Brent, for the last time, I am not going to make you a cheer costume,” I heard Megan say to Brent as I sat down at our table.
“What is happening here?”
“Brent wants to dress up as a cheerleader for some weird and unknown reason.”
“Why would you want to dress up as a cheerleader?”
“Because I can.”
“That is not a good reason. Besides, why would Megan have to make you one? Can’t you just buy one off of Amazon?”
“Then its no fun.”
“Lexa,” Bailey said, sitting down. “I have tried calling and texting you twenty times and you haven’t answered.”
“Sorry, I’ve had it on silent.” I pulled my phone out of my pocket to reveal a million messages from Bailey. “What did you need?”
“I was trying to figure out where you were because I needed help with this dumb assignment, but I found someone else to help me.”
“Sorry.” I began deleting messages when I saw that I had one from Corbyn.
Corbyn:
-can I come over today?
-it’s important
Alexa:
-I have to see if dad has anything planned, but yeah, probably
-what is it?
Corbyn:
-I’ll tell you later
-But I just need to explain something
I set my phone face down on the table.
“Was that lover boy?” Megan asked.
“Dylan is at work right now, I said, noticing Zach, Daniel, Jack, and Jonah all walking towards us.
“I’m talking about Corbyn,” she said, also noticing the boys.
“Are you ever going to let that one go?”
“Nope.”
“Hey guys,” Daniel said, standing at the end of our table. “Have any extra seats?”
“Lucky for you,” Bailey said, moving her bag, “we have five empty seats.”
Daniel smiled and sat down beside her. The other boys filed in, leaving the last empty seat of the circular table between me and Brent.
“So how’s the song coming along?” Brent asked, looking at the boys.
“Not any better. We still don’t know what’s missing.”
“Maybe another person?” I suggested.
“Do you know anyone?” Jonah asked, actually considering the idea.
My mind flashed to Corbyn singing the other night. He had an amazing voice, but then I remembered him telling me about how he kept his voice to himself. “No, I don’t sorry.”
“That might be it though,” Zach said. “I mean, someone who’s voice can reach different octaves than ours.”
“Maybe,” Daniel said. “But it would take a lot of effort to find someone like that around here.”
“Maybe you’ll find someone by the end of next month,” I said, giving them an encouraging smile.
-
Corbyn sat on the chair in the corner of my room, quietly strumming his guitar. He came over about thirty minutes ago, and we have sat here in near silence for the past thirty minutes. I was drawing away in my sketch book; this time Spencer Reid. You just can’t resist the nerdy goofball.
“Hey, um, do you want to hear this new song?” Corbyn asked, readjusting his guitar.
“Of course.” I put my pencil down and closed my notebook.
-
“That was really good, Corbyn,” I said after he had finished. “I loved it.”
“Thanks,” he said. He shuffled awkwardly before saying, “So you’re probably wondering why I came over here.”
“Yeah, sort of.”
“I um- I-” Corbyn stood up and walked over to where I was sitting. Without saying a word, he lifted his hands and grabbed his hood and began to pull it off.
I grabbed his hand, stopping him from going any further. “You don’t have to do this Corbyn. I am perfectly happy with you keeping it on if you want to.”
He seemed to think about it for a minute before shaking his head. “I want to.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yeah. Yeah I’m sure."
I slowly brought my hand back and placed it down beside me. He continued to pull his hood off.
Once his hood was completely off, Corbyn looked up at me like he was expecting some horrid reaction. I leaned forward and grabbed him, pulling him into a hug. He hugged me back and we sat there for a second.
“So?” Corbyn asked once we both sat back up.
“So? You’re my friend. Nothing is going to change because you don’t wear a hood around me now. You could even put the hood back on if you want.”
“So, you don’t mind?”
“Why would I mind? You are a human, just like me.”
He let out a smile and a small laugh. “I thought that I was going to scare you or something.”
“Why would you scare me?”
“You know, I’m not quite sure, but I’m glad I didn’t.”
“Let’s hear that song again,” I suggested. “Maybe you’ll sound better without the muffled voice,” I joked.
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I don't have anything else to say besides that the waves are STILL slanted.
Idk why, they just are
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Fanfiction!please do not recreate this story in any way! "I heard that he hides because he's actually famous." "Really? I heard that none of his family knows what he looks like." "I've heard that someone tried to take his hood off once and nobody knows what h...
