Player ♕ Colby Brock

Chapter 4 ♕ Jake & Appna

Atmosphere's P.O.V:

The early morning sunlight peered through the small window that was behind us and illuminated the room, bringing a sense of warmth along with it.

My tired eyes fluttered as I tried staying awake just for a little bit longer for Jake. Somehow, Jake and I ended up on his bathroom floor for the rest of the night, and I have just been sitting here with him, making sure he was okay, especially when he wakes up.

Light snores left his parted lips as his head continued to rest on my lap. I gently brushed my fingers through his soft hair, hoping it was bringing him some sort of comfort.

My heart ached at the thought of what had occurred last night. We were both kids. We couldn't have saved my mother no matter how much we tried to. And Jake shouldn't be blaming himself over that, because it was never his fault to begin with. And I always wanted to bring this topic up to him, but I never knew how to, because it was a very sensitive subject to the both of us. But I knew at some point in our lives that we had to talk about it whether we liked it or not.

Jake stirred underneath me, low moans leaving his lips before his eyes slowly opened. He quietly took in his surroundings before slowly sitting up on his own.

"Where am I?" He asked me.

"Your bathroom." I whispered since he was suffering from a hangover.

"Fuck!" He groaned out in pain, "My head is killing me."

"How about we get you some medicine and then get you into your own bed." I suggested, which he didn't mind one bit.

I helped guide Jake back to his bedroom, helping him also get into his bed without letting him stumble out of my grip, "Here." I whispered as I lifted up the bed covers for him.

Once he was settled down on his bed, I went to go retrieve some Tylenol and a glass of water to help calm down his killer headache.

"Take this." I mumbled to him as I handed him the medicine.

He weakly pushed himself up onto his elbows before gladly taking them from me. In one swift motion, he down the pills with cold water before falling back onto his back.

"Thank you." He whispered, his eyes shutting slightly.

"I'm going to be downstairs, if you need anything just let me know, okay?" I let him know before making my way to the door.

"I love you, buddy." He whispered, causing a small smile to appear on my face.

"I love you too, buddy." I whispered back before making my way downstairs.

The silence lingered through the entire place, only heavy snores being heard here and there. Since it's only six in the morning, the rest of the boys won't be up for another five hours, leaving me all alone for now.

The living room that contained the comfiest couch in this house is where I was going to settle down in. I brought along a heavy blanket to keep me from freezing to death while I'm down here.

I was lost in my thoughts as I stared at the popcorn ceiling, trying to register how much my life has drastically changed since moving here. And especially how my life has and still is personally affecting my best friend's. Also, let's not forget the whole Colby thing as well.

Colby seems to put on a show for everyone, but when he's alone, his true colors come out, and they aren't that bad like you think they might be. And I guess I was lucky enough to see a small part of the real Colby Brock last night, but I tend on breaking down his walls just like he tends to break mine.