Corbyn-Attacked

                                    

                                          
I NO LONGER STAN JONAH MARAIS, I, FROM NOW ON, ONLY STAN CORBYN BESSONO 
                          
(I needed to update, because I don't break promises. Also this is a short story.)
                          
⚠️Warning⚠️: this involves drinking, and drunk individuals. Please don't read if that triggers you


                          
3rd POV
                          
He was drunk. 
Out of his mind intoxicated. Corbyn had no idea where he was; not a clue in the world. His vision was blurry, mind hazy.
                          
His phone was almost dead, but Corbyn couldn't figure how how to to work the damn thing anyway. He knew his wallet was at home, and that was good. He would've probably lost it by now. Or spent it all on food, because damn he was hungry right now.
                          
The blonde-haired boy wandered through the city streets, occasionally passing a lone person, but they always rushed past. 
                          
There was a pretty nice squirrel that came right up to him and reached up with its little paws. Corbyn waved, and said hello. He was just being polite. 
                          
"Hey little buddy," Corbyn smiled at the furry animal. "Didn't realize you guys stay up so late."
                          
The squirrel chattered, and rubbed its nose.
Corbyn laughed. 
                          
"I'm talking to a squirrel. How much did I drink?" He chuckled, waving goodbye to the squirrel. 
                          
There were empty buildings lining the street, and Corbyn stopped atone. A very expensive-looking diamond necklace was in the front window, it's gems sparkling in the moonlight.. 
                          
"Christina would like this.." Corbyn murmured, and touched the glass window. The necklace was fancy, but simple. One single blue diamond was encased in an elegant twist of metal and strung on the thin chain. Three diamonds on each side of the chain were held with metal clasps. 
                          
Corbyn fumbled to grab his phone, unlocking it. He took a picture of the necklace, and then of the store for reference. He wanted to remember this place when he was sober. 
                          
He locked his phone up, seeing a red line where his battery charge was. There was sudden noise behind him, and Corbyn whipped around quickly.  There was nobody there. 
                          
His head felt much clearer than before, so he decided to start walking away. The noise (Corbyn didn't know what it was) was getting closer, and freaking him out. 
                          
Corbyn fully turned around, and there was a group of sloppy, ratty looking drunks. Worse than Corbyn had been earlier. These men looked like beer was running through their veins, and would salivate alcohol. He turned around and start walking away quickly.
                          
The blonde held his breath, hoping they wouldn't notice him, as they swaggered and stumbled along the sidewalk. One of them was walking in the road, and a car came by, almost hitting him. The drunk swore, and flipped the car off. Corbyn was scared they would be able to hear his heart pounding in his chest, even from ten feet away.
                          
The man that almost got hit decided to try out the scene from LaLaLand, and spin on a lamppost. He fell. 
                          
"Oi blondie!" Corbyn heard from behind him. He paused, then kept walking. 
                          
"Hey my friends talkin' to ya!" Another voice shouted. "Don' ignore him!"
                          
Corbyn's heart was sprinting. Never in his life had he been this nervous, not even when he went on that roller-coaster with Jack and it broke down with the cart in the middle of a loop. (They never went back to that park.)


                          
"Stop ignoring my friend, you deaf or somethin'?" Another guy hollered. He held  a half empty bottle of cheap wine in his right hand, and kept swigging from it.