your boyfriend, corbyn, held the door of the diner open and let you walk inside. you thanked him and found a booth to sit in. corbyn sat across from you and you both looked at menus to order.
"i want a milkshake," you said.
"anything else?" corbyn asked.
"no, i'm not that hungry."
"me neither. should we get one shake with two straws?" he asked, laughing.
"oh gosh, that's so cheesy." you laughed. a waitress came over and took your order, two chocolate shakes, then left.
you and corbyn began talking about your days. he was in the studio working on music with his band, while you were at your college classes.
you heard the bell above the door ring and glanced in that direction. you recognized the guys face.
"you know him?" corbyn asked, looking at the guy i was looking at.
"yeah, we went to school together. we were like best friends." you smiled. "brandon!"
his head turned and he smiled when he saw you. you stood up and he came over and hugged you tightly.
"brandon, this is my boyfriend corbyn. corbyn, this is my old friend from high school brandon." you smiled.
"what's up man," brandon said. him and corbyn fist bumped.
"why don't you sit down, we can catch up," you said. brandon nodded and sat next to you.
"so what are you up to?" you asked.
"nothing much. i'm actually just visiting my family, i went to college in texas."
"oh really?"
"yeah, i'm studying sports medicine."
"oh, that's so cool."
you and brandon continued talking about what you were up to, and all the great times you had together during high school. the waitress had brought your milkshakes so you drank those and kept talking.
"do you remember that one time that we skipped class to go to the mall and we didn't even shop we just played a bunch of pranks and even played hide and seek?" brandon asked, laughing.
"oh my gosh, my mom almost killed me for that!" i exclaimed, laughing with him.
there were many other stories you two laughed over.
"hey y/n," corbyn said softly. you looked over at corbyn, still laughing at what brandon had said.
"yeah?"
"i'm gonna go outside for a minute."
"you okay?" you asked.
"yeah, i just need some air." he smiled. "it was nice meeting you brandon."
"you too." corbyn stood and left. you watched him go, starting to worry about him, but brandon tom your attention away talking about another story.
"oh geez, do you remember that one time at that party where we played seven minutes in heaven?" he asked.
you lightly chuckled and nodded.
"that sure was a lot of fun," he said seductively. he put his hand on your leg and squeezed your thigh.
"okay, i'm it was nice catching up with you but this isn't happening. i need to get back to corbyn, my boyfriend." you pushed him out of the booth and stormed out of the diner.
you walked towards corbyn's car and got into the passenger seat. you sighed in frustration, then looked over at corbyn to see him trying to cover up his tears.
"corbyn, baby, what's wrong?" you asked, grabbing his hand and putting your hand on his cheek.
"nothing, i'm fine," he said shakily.
"no, tell me what's wrong," you said gently.
"a-are you gonna l-leave me for b-brandon?" he asked.
"what? baby, what are you talking about?" you asked, rubbing your fingers through his hair.
"you were laughing and smiling so much with him, and the way he looked at you. god, it's like he wanted to rip your clothes off right there. and he's hotter than me so why wouldn't you want to too." he kept babbling on and on, you had to stop it.
"corbyn!" you exclaimed.
"i'm sorry, i'm such an idiot. just leave, maybe you can find brandon before he's gone-"
"corbyn, stop." you grabbed his face with both of your hands so he'd look at you.
"what?"
"i love you. you're so much better than brandon. i don't care about him, i'm never gonna see him again in my life and that's perfectly fine. the only person i care about is you. i love you," you told him.
"i'm sorry, i just get so scared. i don't wanna lose you."
"you're not gonna lose me, i promise." you leaned in and kissed his lips.
"i'm sorry i got freaked out."
"it's okay, baby. stop apologizing, it's not your fault." you leaned in and kissed him again, holding his soft cheeks.
"promise me that you won't feel insecure like that again? you have no reason to. i love you and you can trust me."
"i'll try. and i do trust you, just not other guys. you're amazing, i'm not the only one who can't resist you."
"well it doesn't matter what others think because i have a say in it too."
"i know."
"good. now can we go home? i wanna cuddle." corbyn laughed.
"okay." he pecked your lips once more before starting the car and driving to you and corbyn's shared apartment.
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