december 11th
jonah stared down at his phone, the texts coming in slowly from eben.
eben
can you just pick your damn phone up
eben
you are so annoying, i hope you know that
eben
sorry that was mean
eben
but still. you're annoying, just answer me so we can talk.
jonah
i cant right now
eben
bull
jonah bit the inside of his cheek, watching as eben's facetime call take up the top of the screen. he reached over to his bedside table, flicking on his lamp, and answered the call.
"well well well look who finally decided to answer my call." eben huffed. he was in the studio in their house, and he looked like shit.
"have you been sleeping?"
eben glared at him. "what do you think, jo?" obviously he hasn't been sleeping. he's been up night after night, drinking either alcohol, coffee or energy drinks. he's been making random beats, watching movies after movies, and hanging out with zoe. "when are you coming back home?" he asked, sounding a little desperate.
"i don't know. probably after the new year." he said softly, picking at a loose thread. "maybe a little later than that."
"how late is late?"
"january 14th latest. gotta be with everyone for the album release."
that's too long for eben. "oh.." he started picking at his nails. "can i just.." he let out a sharp breath. "why'd you leave?"
"i needed to see my mom, eben. she calms me down."
"did you really have to leave after i told you i liked you though? like, mid sentence?"
jonah stayed quiet. he shook his head, sitting up. "i have to go."
"no you do not have-" jonah hung up on him, turning his phone completely off and throwing it across his bed. he had no idea why he couldn't just admit his feelings for eben. he knows the boy likes him, he literally just admitted it, and jonah likes him too.
so why is it so scary?
he scrubbed his hand over his face, throwing the covers off his body. he shuffled out of his room, and went straight to his parents room where his mother was. carrie was on her bed, channel surfing. "hey love. you okay?"
"i guess." he mumbled, getting into bed with her. she opened her arm for him, letting her son cuddle up next to her.
"is it about eben?"
"mhm."
"you should tell him, hon. i'm sure he already knows."
"it's.. not about that. 've never been with a boy. and okay, let's say it does work out, we both have commitment issues, to the absolute max. and i really really really like him so i want it to work out but what if it doesn't and we both end up with broken hearts? do you know how awkward that'll be? we live in the same house, mom."
"eben loves you, right?" she questioned, and jonah nodded his head. "then that's all that should matter, honey. you're going to fight, you're going to laugh, you're going to cry. it's going to happen, because that's what relationships are. but if you love each other, then all of that shouldn't matter. you'll find yourself running back into his arms regardless."
"but.."
"no buts, jonah. you have to get him before he turns his back. eben's a good boy. but he can't wait forever."
(from LA, eben was in packing a suitcase. because jonah was a stubborn little shit, he's flying to minnesota. because fuck he's about to explode. he needs to see jonah.)
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"corbyn besson! wake up wake up!"
corbyn jumped, sitting up right. he was clearly startled, since his eyes were wide, heart was pounding and he was breathing heavily. "daniel. what. the. fuck."
"sorry sugar, but get some pants on." daniel crawled on the bed and kissed his lips, before laying on his side.
"it's two in the morning, seavey. why would i put pants on." corbyn laid back down on the bed, bringing the covers over his head, only for daniel to tug it down. corbyn huffed. "why do you torture me."
daniel smiled. he kissed his cheek. "i'm taking you on a date."
"and why do your dates always happen in the middle of the night?"
"i already explained that to you. i can kiss you whenever i want, i can hold your hand, most likely tease you without wandering eyes."
"tease me? what?"
daniel's sweet smile turned into a small smirk. "you know." he brushed his finger tips along his exposed stomach, slowly moving upward.
"..oh."
"hm." daniel kissed his neck, biting down lightly on his skin.
corbyn pushed his hand away and rolled off the bed. a prominent blush on his cheeks. "pants. gonna go, um, put pants on."
daniel smiled again, sweet and innocent. "i'll be downstairs, bug."
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christmas lights.
daniel took corbyn to see fucking christmas lights. corbyn was going to scream. explode with love. kiss the boy senseless because what the actual fuck.
"so this mall is open all day and all night. they have lights everywhere, in the shops, outside the shops, literally everywhere and at the very end, there's a christmas tree and it's really cute and i've been wanting to take you here forever and now i finally can so-"
"breathe."
"let me spoil you today?"
"you spoil me everyday." corbyn leaned against him, looking around the outdoor mall. honestly, it wasn't much of a mall. it looked more like an old town in england— oh much like diagon alley from harry potter.
"c'mon, there's a candy store that you and your sweet tooth will love."
so it was the best date corbyn has been on in forever. first, they went to the candy store that daniel mentioned, buying things from cotton candy to rock candy to fudge. the lady behind the desk was so sweet, looking at them fondly. (she did take a picture of them messing around, and then airdropped it to daniel. he was hugging corbyn from behind, corbyn holding up a bottle of jellybeans, laughing if something daniel whispered in his ear. yep. it's his new wallpaper.)
(and before they left the candy store, they both left a heavy tip for the lady. it's almost christmas. tips are important.)
after the candy store, they went to an old book store, knowing corbyn would end up geeking out. he came across a space section, which was dedicated to only books about planets, outer space and vinyls.
they also went into a thrift store, just to look around, not really buying anything. it looked like clothes mainly from the 80's, and god corbyn was in love.
they got some warm apple cider after. they were walking around, their fingers laced together, their free hand warm from the drink.
"let's go to the tree." daniel dragged him along. the tree wasn't far from where they were. it was a rather large tree, big circular ornaments hanging from the branches, lights and tinsel surrounding it, lighting up the area. the star at the very top was shining brightly.
"hi! would you like to have your picture taken in front of the tree?" a boy, the photographer by the name of andrew, asked.
"sure." daniel grinned under his mask, placing their drinks on the floor. "c'mon bug." he tugged him towards the tree. daniel pulled their masked down to their chins, and pulled him into a loving kiss. corbyn gasped, balling up his fists in daniel's shirt, pulling him closer.
corbyn let a small whimper escape, feeling daniel's hands in his hair, tugging lightly. and when they pulled apart, they were staring at each other, their eyes holding love.
"your nose is red." daniel pointed out breathlessly.
corbyn blinked, trying to get his brain to not be fuzzy. daniel had a small, but knowing smile. "come on bug."
andrew was going to email the pictures to him in the morning. it was only 5 dollars, but daniel gave him a 20.
and then they went home.
and they kissed until the sun came up.
and then they fell asleep, together, wrapped up in each other arms, content and in love.
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[a/n]
andrew makes yet another appearance 🥳😤👅
here to say that boobs make great pillows 🥰🤍