[✓] reconnected , c. besson

↦ chapter 4

2:30 pm, wednesday | ߷
(miranda's pov)
"c-corbyn? what are you.."

MY thoughts were racing as i paced back in forth in my living room. did i seriously just invite corbyn to my apartment while i was thinking in the moment?

oh my god. what the hell are we even gonna do? i made it sound like i wanted to cuddle.

i suddenly heard a loud knock on my door and i jumped. shit, there isn't any more time to think. i just gotta go with the flow, let's hope he doesn't get the wrong idea.

i cracked open the door and saw corbyn standing there. he had a big smile on his face and was carrying one of my favorite hoodies that i would constantly wear when we were dating. his hair was down, and he had on grey sweatpants. damnit, he knows all of my weaknesses.

"i'm here to comfort you! it's the least i could do after getting you sick." corbyn said as i invited him inside.

he set his stuff down on the couch and walked into the kitchen to make some soup for me. i couldn't help but watch as he did, and smiled a bit. he always made the best soup that would make me feel 10x better when i was done eating it.

i zoned out watching corbyn move around the kitchen quickly.

wow he was pretty. his messy hair was adorable, he had the brightest smile, he looked comfy... snap OUT OF IT miranda!

once i finally returned to my senses, corbyn was standing right in front of me, laughing. "what? what did i do?" i asked, slightly confused. "you were watching me with this look in your eyes as if you were checking me out." my face turned a shade of bright red, which made him laugh harder than he already was.

"i set your soup down on the coffee table, that way we can watch tv while you enjoy your meal." corbyn said while playing around with a few strands of my hair. i couldn't help but smile.

"do you want me to grab you a blanket while you put on my- i mean, the hoodie i brought you?" corbyn asked. "yeah, of course!" i said with a big smile on my face. corbyn nodded and got up, searching for my room.

i slipped into the living room and put on corbyn's hoodie. it was just as comfortable as when i last wore it, plus it smelled exactly like him. tons of memories instantly came flooding back to me, like when we would sneak out on cold winter nights and he would give me his hoodies so that i wouldn't get a frostbite.

i shook myself out of my daydreams. what the hell was going on with me? i DON'T like this guy, remember? he's a dickhead.

or is he really..?
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corbyn and i sat on opposite sides of the couch as we watched some episodes of "High School Musical: The Musical The Series." I was singing along to all the songs and really enjoying myself, and you could tell that corbyn was happy seeing me happy.

once i finished singing "Get'cha Head in the Game", i collapsed onto the sofa. i was laughing and smiling a ton, and corbyn scooted next to me. i didn't say anything about it, so he made a move.

he put his arm around me and pulled me closer to his chest, and at first, i didn't even notice that i was centimeters away from corbyn's chest. then he began to play with my hair.

at first i enjoyed it. i laid my head on his chest, listening to his heartbeat as he playing around with a couple strands of my hair. it was comfortable, and i didn't plan on breaking this position.

"hey..." corbyn finally spoke "you're... really cute. you know that, right?" i blushed a bit and backed away from his chest, now leaning up against his arm. he pulled me back in, and the room went quiet.

"you hear that?" he said. "hear what?" i asked, looking up at him. "my heartbeat. the heart that only beats for you." corbyn said, gazing into my eyes. i got so lost in his greenish-blue eyes that i completely lost track of where we were and what we were doing.

he started to lean in. "c-corbyn? what are you..." corbyn softly shushed me and put his hands on my cheeks, attaching my lips to his.

oh my god. what the HELL was happening? this isn't what i wanted at all!

i immediately pulled away and leaned back on the couch. "what the hell corbs? why did you do that?" i said while raising my voice. "shit... i'm sorry. i was just so in the moment that i... didn't even realize. i didn't mean to kiss you, i swear!" i stared at him blankly, not saying a word.

"get out. just get out. and you can take your hoodie with you too." i said, pulling off the hoodie that he gave me and handing it to him. he had a look of hurt in his eyes, and for some reason, it pained me looking at him upset.

"i'm sorry miranda. i didn't mean it." corbyn said before unlocking the door. he opened his mouth as if he were to say something, but quickly closed it and walked out. the moment i heard the door shut, i began to break down.

why me?

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