Strings | colby brock

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         "So Bradly from high school just moved to LA and is throwing a party tonight. We should go," Adrianna suggested with a small shrug. I turned to look at her and furrowed my eyebrows slightly.

         "A lot of shit happened in high school. Are you sure that's a good idea? Considering..." I wondered, but trailed off. She knew exactly what I was referring too but Cooper didn't so I didn't really want to say much about it. Thankfully he was too indulged in trying to find something to watch on the TV.

         "Cami, you're better now! And besides I'm sure he's the only person from high school that's actually gonna be there. Our class got the fuck out of Cali, especially Bl— I mean, you know who." She encourages. Adrianna and Bradly had a fling in high school that I don't think she ever got over which I'm assuming is what's driving her to want to go to this party. So, to please her, I nodded. In response she squealed happily and pulled me into a hug. I forced a smile onto my face to hide the fact that I really, really wasn't feeling like going out. I wasn't feeling like doing much of anything.

Adrianna immediately dragged me through the living room and into my closet. I sat patiently on my bed and scrolled through my phone as she picked through all of my clothes. Another email from Amanda popped up and I clicked on it eagerly. I had written another song in the past few days and decided to record it while I was there. Only Amanda and the producers even have the slightest idea about the song. I haven't told anyone, and I don't know if I really plan to. The song has to be my favorite I've ever written but it makes me feel so vulnerable— in a good way. I'm not sure if I'll ever be at a place in my life where I could share that song with anyone else. The email contained a few of the other songs I had recorded but I decided to listen to them later.

I was broken out of my thoughts by clothes being thrown into my lap. My hands lurched forward for the jeans sliding off my lap, Adrianna still standing at my closet and looking for something she could wear. She usually stole my clothes and at this point I didn't have a second thought about it, as long as I could wear hers too. There's no telling how many clothes of mine are in her closet and vise-versa. I stood from the bed and slipped out of my leggings and tee shirt and into what Adrianna had chosen for me: black distressed jeans, a faux Gucci shirt I got on a trip to NYC, and a slightly oversized jean jacket. I cuffed the sleeves of the jacket and slipped on some chunky necklaces and a chain bracelet. I wasn't sure whose it was, but whoever left it obviously doesn't mind much about it. As Adrianna changed into a simple black dress I put on some heeled combat boots and pulled my hair out of its high bun.

         "Adrianna, this is literally what I wore in high school." I state, looking over my outfit in the full length mirror hanging on the back of my bedroom door. I guess that's kind of ironic considering this party is being thrown by our senior class president.

         "First of all, high school you wouldn't have worn anything that even resembled anything expensive, you definitely would not have worn those chunky ass necklaces, or those boots. Think of it as high school Camila 2.0." She smirked. Cooper came in and flopped down onto my bed. He didn't bother changing, seeing as he never really was one to dress to impress. I sighed and fiddled with the chunky necklaces before becoming distracted by my phone going off in the kitchen.

         My boots clicked against the hardwood flooring as I walked through the apartment. My stomach dropped as I observed that name on my screen. Colby. The one message I had been absolutely dreading. I didn't want to respond, but a large part of me didn't want him to know I was avoiding him. Why? I couldn't tell you. Maybe it was because I didn't want to hurt his feelings, but since when do I care about hurting peoples feelings? What is he doing to me? After much hesitation my fingers began typing away.