Voices - Crolby

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They just had to do it, didn't they? Play the ouija board again, "we're moving in less then three weeks!" they said "let's get it more haunted!" They said...
Corey, was terrified, he didn't even know WHY he was downstairs. Why was he near Colby while they were playing? Why did he feel a bit safer around the one who handled the damn thing in the first place.
Corey just had to deal with it, had to toughen it out before the storm. Which.... sure happened.

Colby, "had to go to the bathroom" just before they ended the ouija board. Instead Corey, bolted up the stairs alone and ran right to him room after hearing a voice in his head. He winced and made it into his room, slamming the door shut behind him.

He breathed heavily as he felt an awful presence around him, he ran his hands into his hair, taking the bun out. He started to cry while walking around the room, eyes wide as he gulped and looked around frantically. Alone... but there was a voice in his head he couldn't get to leave.

Corey cried more heavily as he backed himself back on the wall next to his bed and he slides down it whine curling his legs into his chest. His hands were on his head as the voice wouldn't leave.. Trying his best to keep the noises down, with one hand Corey covered his mouth as he shook and cried.

He just wanted Colby.. wanted the one person who he knew could calm him down, surprisingly... Corey bites hard into his hand as his other hand gripped at his hair. His eyes were tightly shut as he just kept his hand in his mouth for a silencer as he knew he was whimpering and choking.
He shook his head softly as the voices grew louder, apparently Corey was louder then he had thought when suddenly the lights flicked on..

Almost instantly, a figure ran over to Corey and kneeled down. Gently grabbing Corey's hand next to his mouth.
"Hey, Hey.. Corey. Corey I'm here, shh.. get your hand out of your mouth." The voice says.. Colby? Corey slowly opened his eyes as he opened his mouth to pull his now bruised up hand away from his mouth.
Corey couldn't bring himself to look at the other as Colby ran his hand through Corey's hair gently.
"Corey. Are you ok?"

Corey shook his head, Colby grabbed the hand that was clutching at Corey's hair and gently brought it down.
"Corey, I heard you. My name was between your muffles.. are you ok? Tell me what's wrong?"
"Colby, the ouija board.. it sent a voice to my head.. I was scared and you're, well.. you're the only person I trust being around.. everyone else just calls me a cry baby.." Corey says softly as he leans over and hugs Colby tightly.

Colby was shocked at first then slowly hugged back, giving Corey a tight hug as well. He rubbed Corey's back and the other smiled softly.
"I like you..." Corey let's the word fall from his mouth. His eyes widen as all anxiety raise again and Colby held him tightly so he couldn't move..
".... oh? Alright, Corey. I guess there's no other way for me to say this," Colby starts.
"I'm sorry! Colby! Oh my god, I didn't mean to fucking say that!" Corey forced himself out of the hug and looked into Colby's eyes.
"Did you not? Because if not I guess I should keep my little secret all to myself."
Corey was a Little interested and realized he had just cut Colby off and looked down.
"What is it..?" He asks as he played with his fingers, looking at his now fucked up bit hand.

Colby reaches over and cupped Corey's cheeks in his hands and forced him to look up.
"I, Colby Brock, like you, Corey Scherer. Now, except me?" Colby leaned down slightly, just enough so he was close to Corey's lip. Soon he leans down all the way and kissed Corey gently on the lips.
It was a spark, both of them felt it and they both admired it as it happened.
After they pulled away Corey nodded with a smile.
"I-I except you, yes! Colby.. oh my god.." Corey says softly with a small chuckle.

Suddenly reality set it and Corey got all giddy, suddenly attacking Colby and hugging him tightly with happy tears.
"I love you so much..!" Corey muffles it in Colby's shoulder.
"Heh! Love you too, Corey.. love you too."

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