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wdw-spidey · 5 years

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Party With My Ex - Corbyn Besson

Summary: You miss your ex and end up seeing him at a party

Warnings: Anxiety attack

Word count: 2.3k

(This is honestly one of my favourite things I have ever written)

He looked good, healthy and happy even though it hurt to admit it. I quickly turned around going into the closest room I could find around me that was empty. Once I found a room that seemed empty I shut the door leaning my back against it, I took deep breaths like I taught myself to do when I felt like a panic attack was coming. I glanced down at my phone tempted to text or call my best friend but decided against it. I unlocked my phone scrolling through my pictures, my heart dropping when I saw some pictures of my ex-boyfriend and I. We couldn’t completely avoid us crossing the same paths at some social events considering my best friend was dating his best friend, we got invited to really similar parties, hence why I was in the situation I’m in now. Our relationship in my eyes was perfect, I loved him more than anything, I thought he felt the same way but I was wrong. One day he told me he wanted to be single, to focus more on himself, his career, he didn’t really see a long-term future for us, didn’t see me as part of his ‘growth’. I locked my phone putting it back in the small clutch purse I had brought with me. I put more weight against the door, my breathing was becoming more and more irregular. I looked around me noticing I was in some small library room, a bookshelf against the left wall, windows all along the back wall with a pretty view of the backyard that had a pool, this nice looking fountain type thing and a huge field. I made my way over to the bookshelf looking at the book selection. I wanted to pick one up but I felt like that would be intruding to the party hosts personal space so I didn’t touch anything. I sat down on the chair that allowed me to face the window to enjoy the outside view. A few people were outside, some sitting at the lounge chairs, others in the pool going for a swim. I was just glad nothing reminded me of my ex here. I felt myself starting to calm down but I knew once I’d step back out there and see him again I’d start to freak out.

After a few minutes of being in here I got up making my way out, I opened the door waiting to make sure I wouldn’t crash into anyone when I stepped out, more specifically my ex. Once I was out I made my way to where the kitchen was, I went into the cooler that my friends brought to the party grabbing one of the drinks I brought for myself, I took a sip and stood leaning against the counter that was behind me. Someone tapped my shoulder which made my heart race I looked to where the tapping came from and there stood my best friend.

“How you liking the party?” She asked me and I just shrugged my shoulders.

I didn’t like lying to her but I also didn’t want to hurt her feelings, “It’s good. You know I love being out and social especially when you’re around,” I said forcing myself to smile.

I knew right away that she read right through me and knew that I would be most likely leaving first and not say a word about it. She also knew that I wasn’t really enjoying myself right now.

“Your facial expressions constantly give you away, what’s wrong?” She asked me, changing her position so she was standing in front of me.

“I just… I don’t really feel like partying today,” I replied shrugging my shoulders, I technically wasn’t lying since I would enjoy being in bed, watching tiktoks until I could barely keep my eyes open, that was part of the reason I wasn’t having fun.

“Ok, well, if you want to leave now you can. Please come see me before leaving this time, or at least text me!” She said while putting her hands on my shoulders shaking me a bit, probably trying to get her message across better by doing that.

I nodded my head, but in my mind I didn’t know if I would remember to say bye to her, sometimes it was just so hard to find her when we’re in a house crowded of people with a bunch of rooms that I’m unsure where they lead to.

“I’ll stay with you for a bit,” She said, she grabbed a drink from our cooler, opening it and taking a sip, “Want to go swim?”

I shook my head, “Let’s go watch the beer pong game,” I told her going towards where I’d seen a beer pong set up when we’d got here.

Once I reached the family room where a table was set out I stopped dead in my tracks turning back around which made my best friend bump into me.

“Oh,” She let out once I bumped into her, “Was it not that way?” She asked me backing away from me.

I shook my head, “Uh, no, I mean yeah, it’s that way I just… I need to pee,” I didn’t wait for her to reply, I quickly walked out of there. I wasn’t sure if she knew that I wasn’t over my ex but I didn’t want to talk about it, nor did I really want to think about it right now. I ended up outside in the backyard, barely anyone was out here, just people smoking, nobody was really talking to me. I chugged my drink and sat by the pool with my feet dipped in. I shut my eyes trying to let my mind go blank (which was really hard to do).

“You ok?” I heard someone say beside me.

I looked to where the voice was coming from and there was Daniel, my best friend’s boyfriend, my ex’s best friend sitting beside me. I glanced towards my feet kicking them around in the water, watching the water patterns that were happening from my movements.

“Yeah, I’m fine. I was thinking of having one more drink and then head out,” I said, glancing towards him once.

We didn’t really talk much ever since Corbyn broke up with me but since he was my best friend’s boyfriend, it wasn’t like we completely broke contact.

“Don’t leave without telling any of us, please,” Daniel said, which reminded me of what my friend told me only like 5 minutes ago.

I nodded my head not really knowing what to say after that, hoping he’d just get up and leave but he stayed beside me.

“Is this.. about your ex? Is that why you’re not yourself right now?” He asked me.

I glanced towards the family room window seeing my ex talking to some girl that I couldn’t recognize from here.

“I don’t want to talk about him right now,” I said while changing my gaze to the pool so he wouldn’t notice me looking at him.

“Let me just say one last thing, he misses you, a lot. He wanted to talk to you today but he didn’t really know how, then he realized you’ve been avoiding him all night so he gave up on trying. Before coming here he was on your Instagram profile. He- He feels really bad for breaking up with you, and what he said about not seeing your relationship as something long-term was bullshit. He told me that he wanted to move into a place with you a few days before he broke up with you. I know you don’t want to talk about him but… Maybe you should just go see him if you miss him too, or.. if you want I can tell him you’re out here and he could just.. come out here..” He said. I was shocked, I couldn’t think straight. I glanced back to where he was just before Daniel told me all this and Corbyn was no longer there. I grabbed my clutch (that I somehow haven’t lost yet). I stood up going back inside and rushing to get to the front entrance of the house, going back outside but in the front lawn. I went into my clutch grabbing my phone. I realized I needed to have one more drink so ran back inside going to the cooler grabbing another one of my drinks, drinking it quickly while going back out to the front lawn. I could feel all the memories from Corbyn and I’s relationship coming to my mind, I tried to block it out, I didn’t want to think of him like that right now. I didn’t think this could ever happen.

I did the breathing exercises again, I sat down on the front porch holding on to my phone until my knuckles hurt. I opened up my snapchat to view some of my friends snapchats, I noticed I had a flashback to look on. I went to check it seeing a cute video of Corbyn and I being goofy together, I immediately went off the app. I texted my best friend asking her if she knew about how Corbyn felt. I went into my contacts pressing on Corbyn’s contact. The phone rang probably twice, I was expecting to hear his voicemail message but instead I heard the loud music and people screaming.

“Hi,” I heard him say. I had to lift up the volume on my phone since I could barely hear him.

“I’m outside,” I said not bothering to say anything more.

I wasn’t sure if it was the fact that I was tipsy that I was making this call or if it was because I really had that much faith in our relationship.

“What?” He basically yelled into the phone.

“I’ll text you,” I hung up the phone and texted him telling him I was sitting out at the front porch. Not even 2 minutes later he was outside, his hair a bit of a mess, he had a unopened water bottle in hand, he gave it to me.

“I felt like maybe you’d need this, I know that’s what I did when we we’re dating.. and you’d drink I… Yeah..” He passed his hand through his hair. I grabbed the water bottle opening it and taking a sip of it.

“Thank you, so um.. I talked to Daniel and he said you wanted to talk to me,” I shuffled my feet around trying to distract myself, I hated these kind of conversations, I also hated eye contact during these conversations.

“Can you at least.. look at me please..” He asked, nearly begged me, I bit my lip, forcing myself to stop wiggling and moving my feet around, I looked up at him, his eyes were so intense, I could tell he hasn’t been drinking just from the way he was talking and his breath didn’t smell like alcohol at all, “I- When I said during our break up I didn’t see our relationship being long-term, that.. wasn’t true at all. I was just worried, I was worried because I thought you deserved more, deserved better, I thought I wasn’t enough for you, I felt like you deserved more attention, I’m constantly working, on tour, I focus so much on work that sometimes, I felt like I was putting you second to work, I felt that was wrong, you deserved more than that. I’m sorry. I.. regret breaking up with you. I’d like to start over.. If you want. I don’t care if we start just by being friends, or if we start dating again, I don’t know, I just.. I’m sorry,” I turned the bottle cap around opening the water bottle and closing it again.

I didn’t really know how to respond, I just opened up my snapchat showing him my flashback story to lighten the mood, and mainly to let myself think of how to respond to that. I never knew he felt that way, I had told him so many times that I understood how much work meant to him and that I didn’t mind that he was so busy, work made him happy and whatever made him happy, made me happy. Once the videos were done he had a huge smile on his face, he seemed a lot more comfortable and less nervous.

“So.. Let me start by saying I’d love to just go back to the flirting stage, the getting to re-know each other I guess, the stage where you prove to me you won’t break my heart, we can go on dates and just take things slow but I won’t be talking to other guys and going on dates with other guys. Corbs, I’ve told you I don’t mind how much you work, I don’t mind how much you’re away from home, we made it work. I didn’t feel like I deserved more. You’re a hardworking guy and I love that about you,” His cheeks went red and I could tell he was really happy with how I responded.

“You were avoiding me all party,” He said breaking our eye contact.

“Because I’ve missed you,” I replied. Now feeling myself start to blush.

“Can I drive you home? I promise I haven’t drank anything,” He told me while digging in his pocket for his keys.

I nodded my head, “This better not be considered our first date,” I warned him a small smile on my face.

“It’s not, go tell Daniel and your friends you’re leaving, I’ll wait here for you,” He told me, stuffing his hands in his pants pocket.

I turned back around my mind rushing, my heart beating fast. I didn’t think this party would turn out this way nor do I think my best friend had thought I’d be leaving this party early to be with my ex but I guess things turn out unexpectedly for some good reasons sometimes.

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baby-bearie · 5 years

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suncity - C.B.

genre: angst, fluff at the beginning?

word count : 1675

pairing : female! reader x corbyn besson

tags : @jonahmaraisstuff @ho-ho-hemmings @sunflowermotel @flowersforseavey @blissfulblake @tigerreece @0totally-tubular0 @5sos-seavey @katie-avery @yo-its-prettymuch-woohoo @seaveyssparkle @lacefuly

description: don’t let the city break your heart. ( loosely based off of suncity by khalid )

The party was not exactly something Corbyn had been excited about. They had just wrapped up a set in Austin, and Zach had dragged the boys out to El Paso to meet up with his friends. Corbyn had been tired the entire grueling ride there and he was tired now, seated on a cool leather couch in somebody he didn’t know’s house. His legs were spread, and he leaned forward, balancing his elbows on his knees. Zach and Jack had disappeared when they had entered the house and were probably too gone by now to remember the name of their own band, Jonah was on facetime with his girlfriend, and Daniel was passed out on the couch next to Corbyn, too tired to care about the way too loud music. The lyrics were unintelligible, covered up by people laughing and yelling to each other. But the beat was strong, he could feel every pulse in his chest. Neon lights flashed around him, some cheap spotlights in the corners of the room. They bathed the room in purple, then orange, then red, then back to purple. Corbyn lifted his red solo cup to his lips and took a swig, wincing at the bitter taste. He was not in the right mood to be drinking. The lights flashed purple when he saw her.

Her dress was a tangerine orange, tight around her frame. It tied in the front, leaving a cutout just above her midriff. A strap hung lazily off her shoulder, bouncing as she jumped around, neon pink heels in hand. Her hair shook, messed up, previously immaculately done curls now messily jumping with her. Familiar guitar strokes pumped through the house as she turned, hair swinging around she and caught him watching her. She winked at him, trained strawberry-painted lips tipping into a smirk. Suddenly he was in the right mood to be drinking. He watched her as she walked over to him, heels swinging in one hand. She plopped next to him, but not before tucking a pillow under Daniel’s head. Corbyn’s brow furrowed at this, but he smiled. From what he knew, you didn’t even know Daniel. You reached down to rub at your aching feet before smiling at Corbyn, eyes twinkling in the poorly lit room.

“So, where you from, city-boy?”

Before he knew it, she was pulling him, grabbing his hand, up the stairs. They entered a room, and Corbyn stared at her for a second as she pushed a window open, leaving her heels inside the room before climbing over the window sill and out onto the roof below. Corbyn followed her. The roof was quiet, and they both sat, legs hanging over the edge. The moon-light washed over them, adding to the peace of the whole scene.

“So, when do you go back to LA?” She broke the quiet.

“Tomorrow we leave El Paso. But we won’t go back to LA for a while. Few months.”

She nodded, watching cars pass under the streetlight. Corbyn just watched her.

“How are you liking El Paso?” She looked at him, smiling a little.

He licked his lips.

“It’s, uh. It’s beautiful.” Corbyn hadn’t even seen much of El Paso. All he saw was her.

She laughed, nodding.

“Suncity is, it’s magical. It’s one of those cities. You either fall in love with it and embrace that, or just,” she laughed, “i don’t know, get your heartbroken.”

When Corbyn didn’t respond, she kept going.

“If you let it, it’ll show you beautiful things. Or it’ll forever be what could’ve been beautiful. It’s what you let it be.”

Corbyn nodded, encapsulated by her voice.

“I fell in love with it. It’s free. It’s fast. It’s,” she turned to him, giggling as she mocked him, “beautiful.”

Corbyn left happily that night, with a kiss on the cheek and a phone number to text which he gladly did the next day. And the day after. And for the rest of the week. And then the texts turned into snapchats, then 4 AM calls, and all of a sudden they were confessing their feelings a second behind the lag of a facetime call.

The first month was steady. They were dipping into the waters, deciding boundaries and becoming comfortable.

From there, everything built up. They really did like each other, both of them wanted to see where it was going. But 802 miles between them wasn’t exactly helping their cause.

Corbyn strummed on his guitar, humming a tune to himself.

“Corb?” she muttered.

He placed a hand over the strings, silencing the music. “Yeah?”

“Play me something?”

“Yeah, yeah. Okay,” he nodded, “Close your eyes, love.” He strummed slow, peaceful chords, quiet words tumbled out of his mouth.

She sighed contently. “I can’t do this, bear.”

The mumble-singing stopped as Corbyn frowned.

“What do you mean?”

“I can’t not be with you.”

He took a deep breath, thumping his hand on his guitar. “You could always come move in with us?”

“You’d let me?” She smiled softly. He did too.

“So, it’s good? Start packing, get here ASAP.”

“I’ll be there ASAP,” she giggled, “I love you, bye!” She waved enthusiastically and he smiled as she ended the call.

And she really was there ASAP. Only a couple weeks later, Corbyn was helping her unpack her things into the house, helping her pin her Heathers poster to the wall of his bedroom.

And they were happy. They really were. She stayed at his place with him. Well, with him in the sense that he lived there too. He wasn’t really home much. But they were happy.

She made a few friends. Tate. Gabbie. Both of them tried to accept her as one of their own but they weren’t the girls back home. They didn’t really know her.

She would often wander the house, cleaning to give herself something to do. Flipping through Corbyn’s photo albums and looking at family photos. She dripped a few tears as she remembered her younger brothers who she hadn’t seen in eternity. Okay, 3 months.

Basically eternity.

And she tried. She tried so hard. To be happy. For Corbyn, who was too blinded by her smile to see that it never reached her eyes. For her parents, who called everyday to make sure she was safe, but tended to forget to ask if she was okay. For Tate and Gabbie, who could never have even noticed that the bags under her eyes weren’t from “late night trysts” with her blond boyfriend, but sleeping with her back to him so he couldn’t see her cry instead.

But it didn’t work. She could feel it eating away at her bones. The unfamiliarity of the city, the homesickness she felt for El Paso, the need to walk into her favorite diner and see the sunset off that huge hill one last time. Or again and again and again until it was seared into her memory.

So, that night at dinner, she tried to sear him into her memory instead. The way his eyes crinkled when he laughed. The way he leaned over the small table to whisper about the family at the table behind him. The way his hair fell after he ran a hand through it. The sparkle in his eyes when fans came up to him to take photos and the way he always gave them what they wanted.

She wished, so, so bad, that she could’ve given him what he wanted.

She tried to act like it was okay. She wiped away every tear that fell before Corbyn could even notice. She agreed that they should go bowling with the boys next week, even though she knew she wouldn’t be here to. She let him go on believing it was okay. Because she knew she couldn’t see the hurt in his face when he found out it wasn’t.

She laid next to him until he was asleep. And then she packed. She checked over the house one last time and her eyes stopped on the albums. The small one she had filled with her favorite pictures from all of his family albums. And she couldn’t leave it behind. She couldn’t leave every single piece of him behind so she buried it into her bag.

And she kissed him goodbye.

She stepped into the cold air outside his apartment, closing the door behind her softly. His favorite hoodie was still on her.

She took her bag to the staircase and she paused. She took out her phone and she sat down on the steps. She called his number and set the phone next to her.

She could hear his phone ringing, only 15 feet away, just behind that door. She wasn’t stupid. She knew he wasn’t going to wake up to get it. The phone went to voicemail.

“You’ve reached Corbyn. Drop your message at the beep!”

She sniffles.

“Hi, baby. I know. I know. And I’m sorry. God, I’m so sorry.” She sobbed into her hands. “I can’t take it, Corb. I thought i was ready to leave Suncity, to leave home, but I wasn’t. I really wasn’t. You have to understand, I couldn’t stay here. It was never you. Please, for a second, don’t ever blame yourself. It was never you. I let the city break me, Corbyn.” She gasped for air. “Do you remember the night we met? I told you you’ll either fall in love with that city, or you’ll let it break your heart. I’m so sorry, baby. I’m so sorry it broke your heart. I loved you. Don’t ever think I didn’t love you. I’m sorry i had to this, and I’m sorry I can’t go bowling with the boys next week. Tell them I love them, too.” She watched the Uber pull up in front of the building. “I’m going home, baby. I’ll be safe, I promise. Please, when you get this, promise you’ll be okay. I don’t even know if I will, but please, for me. Yeah. You’re gonna be okay. Okay. Bye, Corbyn.”

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