friends | jorbyn ✓

twenty

A/N cliché.

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IT TOOK A week to muster up the courage, but corbyn eventually made time to have 'the conversation' with jonah.
he sat in the middle of his bed when jonah came into his room.
"hey, corbyn."
"hi, jonah."
"are you okay? you seemed worried over the phone."
"i have to talk to you."
"about?" skepticism crept into jonah's voice as he eyed his best friend.
"jeez, sit down and maybe i'll tell you."
jonah took a seat at the foot of corbyn's bed.
"okay," corbyn started. "i wanted to talk to you about, well, us."
"are you moving?"
corbyn laughed.
"no. i need to tell you something."
"i'm listening." jonah leaned against the wall behind him.
"shut up so i can say it, okay?"
corbyn turned away from jonah and faced the wall, rushing out his words, "i think i like you, and i think you like me too and we should do something about that."
"what? corbs, you're acting weird, you can talk to me."
corbyn repeated himself, that time slower.
"think i like you, and i think you like me too and we should do something about that."
"oh?"
"yes; 'oh' is right."
"what makes you say that?"
"say what?"
"'i think i like you,'"
"i think i like you. it's as simple as that, jo."
"did tate set you up to this?"
"liking you? no, i've known tate for actually fifteen days."
"she's a very convincing girl, though."
corbyn crossed his arms.
"don't be dumb–"
"you don't be dumb, this is skeptical to me."
"anyway, tate is very convincing, yes, but she can't convince me to like someone. she convinced me to do this whole thing."
"why do you think i like you?"
"that part was tate. i couldn't exactly give you a reason but i'm at least ninety nine percent sure i like you."
jonah's eyes scanned corbyn's face.
"uh, let me sit on it or something, okay? i'll get back to you before tomorrow."
shocked and stunned, corbyn nodded slightly.
"okay, that's fair. um, okay."
when jonah left, corbyn's immediate reaction was to text tate.

corbyn !
'let me sit on it or something'

tate ⚡️
???

corbyn !
that's what he said.

corbyn !
'let me sit on it or something'

tate ⚡️
jonah gets nervous sometimes, u know that

corbyn !
have u ever heard my best friend, jonah marais roth frantzich, say 'lEt Me SiT oN iT'

tate ⚡️
no but if the person u had a crush on miraculously asked u out??

tate ⚡️
u would fuckin panic dude

tate ⚡️
so just don't um

tate ⚡️
don't come undone about it

corbyn !
what

corbyn !
tate don't say that.

tate ⚡️
okay...?

tate ⚡️
don't fret about it? just, let him 'sit on it' he'll come around.

on his way home, jonah was in the same predicament as corbyn.

jonah wonah
what the fuck did you do tatum

tatum watum
what?

jonah wonah
why did you make him do that

tatum watum
idiot

tatum watum
i am incapable of convincing people of LIKING someone.

tatum watum
i can help someone realize their feelings towards someone but i'm not terrible enough to fuck w ur feelings

jonah wonah
so what are you saying

tatum watum
corbyn likes u. and u like corbyn. u two have been meant for each other since you were kids.

jonah wonah
what if i ruined something

tatum watum
well stop fucking sitting on it and go get ur bf

jonah wonah
but i just left

tatum watum
so u shouldn't be far from his house, go back

following tate's advice, jonah turned around. he went the short distance back to the bessons.
corbyn opened the door.
"oh–"
"i've sat on it."
corbyn cut his eyes to his parents in the living room before stepping outside with jonah.
"what?"
"i've sat on it," jonah repeated. "and maybe we should– maybe– god, this shouldn't be hard."
"is this good or bad news?"
"we, you and i, i think we should– shouldn't–"
jonah exhaled exasperatedly.
"you good?"
"yes, talking is just hard. you know this."
corbyn remained silent as jonah stumbled over his words for a while.
"god, corbyn, i like you; i do. i have since i was like twelve, and i never processed the possibility of the feeling being mutual and–and i just don't want to fuck something up."
"what could you possibly fuck up? our friendship is the strongest thing i know."
"what if i cheat on you?"
"what? why would you say that?"
"it's a possibility, i don't know. what if we break up?"
corbyn's mind raced before he crossed his arms over his chest, fighting the grin spreading across his lips.
"do i need to tell you the tate and gabbie story?"
"shut up," jonah laughed, nervousness draining from his voice.
"so wait, what does this mean?"
"if i'm not mistaken," he said, looking down at his shoes.
"i get to call you my boyfriend."
"do i get to call you my boyfriend?"
corbyn was blushing at that point, and jonah was standing closer to him.
"i think that's how it works, yeah."

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the moment we've all been waiting for huh? yes. there's like... an epilogue and a bonus chapter left omg