October 1st
“Are you sure you have everything packed?” I asked, looking at the multiple bags piled up by the front door at Corbyn’s house. How may pairs of shoes does the guy need for one week?
“Yes, Alexa. I’m sure.”
“I’m just worried you won’t have enough outfits for your shoes.”
“Haha, very funny. Do you want to go out and grab a bite to eat?”
“Yeah, that sounds fine. Just let me run over to my house and grab my things.” I left Corbyn’s and walked over to my house, grabbing my purse and a phone charger.
“Going somewhere?” Lilly asked. She was standing in my doorframe, leaning on it.
“Yeah, me and Corbyn are going out to eat,” I said, placing my charger in my bag. “Where is my phone?”
“No need, I can make something for lunch. You don’t need to go out anywhere, we’ll just eat as a family.”
“Look Lilly. I know that you’re happy you and dad don’t have to sneak around anymore, but-” I grabbed my phone from under a blanket- “Corbyn is leaving to go to L.A. tomorrow, and I won’t see him for a week. We are going to go out and eat somewhere, just the two of us.”
“Are you sure your dad is okay with you leaving with a boy? I mean, you’re only eighteen.”
“Yes, I’m sure dad is fine. He likes Corbyn, there is no need to worry. We’re together all the time anyways.
“Well-”
“Bye Lilly.” I walked past her and shut my door behind me, locking it. I put the key in my pocket and pushed past her, jogging downstairs and telling dad bye. “Please make sure Lilly stays out of my room,” I said, kissing his cheek.
“Why would she be in there?”
“She’s been super nosy, and my stuff has been moved around. Just please keep an eye on it, I don’t need my private life snooped in.”
“I’m sorry, I’ll keep an eye out. She gets like that sometimes.”
“Well she better fix it quick.” I walked outside and got into Corbyn’s car, which was sitting in our driveway.
“What took you so long?” he asked, putting the car into reverse and backing out.
“Lilly.”
“Again?”
“Again. It’s been like three days and she’s already pissing me off.”
-
“Have you caught up on work yet?” Corbyn asked. He shoved a handful of fries into his mouth.
“Yes, have you not?”
He shook his head. “No, I haven’t had time.”
“If you need any help let me know. Megan and Bailey had to help me with some biology stuff.”
“Will do.”
“So, do you guys have any definite plans yet?”
“We are getting to the house around 10 in L.A. We were planning on going out to get breakfast the next morning and just explore some. Then we were going to spend most of the other days just working and getting to know each other.”
“Cool. You’re going to have to bring me back one of those crappy ‘I heart L.A.’ t-shirts."
“I will, don’t worry. We were actually talking about moving there if everything went well.” He mumbled the last part.
“What?”
“Yeah. I mean if we like it and everything. We found someone named David who wants to manage us, and he thinks that it may be a good idea if we move there. I just don’t want to leave this place though.”
“Whatever you have to do. We can handle being a couple miles away. We just have to learn to work with the time zones.”
“It’s not definite yet,” Corbyn stated, looking up at me. “Just a maybe.”
-
“Are you sure you’re okay with him staying the night in your daughter’s room? She keeps her door locked all the time; how do you know what they’re doing in there.”
“Look. Corbyn is a good kid, and I know my daughter. And how do you know she keeps her door locked?”
“I- I um-”
“Look, please stay out of my daughter’s personal life. I know that you can’t help it, but it’s making me mad and she’s starting to not like you.”
After hearing dad say those words, I walked into the kitchen. “Hey dad. Is it okay if me and Corbyn just order pizza tonight? That way nobody has to cook since it’s starting to get late.”
“Yeah, that’s fine. Do you want me to call it in?” he asked, picking up his phone.
“Yeah, sure.”
I grabbed a drink for me and Corbyn and jogged back upstairs. “Dad is ordering pizza,” I said, setting his drink on my night stand.
“Okay, cool. Hey, what do you think of this?” he asked, showing me a page in my sketchbook that he had been doodling on.
“Is that a parrot riding a unicycle?”
“Maybe.”
I grabbed my sketch book from his hands and closed it, placing it beside me.
-
“Can nobody get the door?” I yelled, jogging downstairs. The doorbell had been ringing for the past minute. I opened the door and didn’t see anybody. I went to shut the door when I saw something laying in the yard. “Hey Corbyn,” I called, “Come downstairs.”
I turned on the porch light and walked out into the yard. “Oh my god.” I ran over to Dylan and sat down beside him. “Corbyn, hurry! And call 9-1-1!”
“What’s going on?” Corbyn ran out the house and over to me, pressing buttons on his phone. “What happened?”
“I don’t know, but he’s unconscious.”
“Did you see anybody?”
“No, no one. He was just laying here.”
“Hello? We need an ambulance. Yes. 752 Wilson street, Palmview Florida. Please hurry. My girlfriend’s ex is unconscious in her yard. Please hurry! There’s a lot of blood.”
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People who never liked Dylan are crying slanted waves of joy.
You know.
Because
The waves are still super fucking slanted.
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