Strings | colby brock

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So I just realized Bridget Satterlee (Cami's character inspo) has brown eyes and not blue eyes, my bad. But I'm not going back and changing it in previous chapters. From now on she has brown eyes. Also, this chapter is a little long bc I got carried away. AND I changed my @ on Twitter to eboycolby if y'all wanna follow :)

|December 17, 2017|
Separation

— C A M I

        I woke up to sunlight streaming through the window; my head on Colby's chest as he slept softly. He had stopped sleeping on the couch a few days ago, but today is that day he's supposed to be going back home. Part of me dreaded it. I didn't like that part of me. Though, it was inevitable. He had a house and roommates and a job to get back to. The Sam and Colby channel would be on their last pre-filmed video this Sunday, so the boys had a lot of catching up to do.

         For a few days now I've started feeling like myself again. Besides being more fatigued than usual and having a weak stomach, I was perfectly fine to stay on my own. The clock next to my bed blinked 8AM, which is fairly early for me, but I knew I wouldn't be able to fall back asleep. Colby wasn't going to wake up for at least two or three more hours, so I swiftly untangled myself from his arms and laughed softly as he cuddled into the body pillow I placed next to him. The hardwood squeaked slightly as I made my way from the bed to the bathroom, the tile cold on my feet as I entered the room. I turned on the shower, washing my face and brushing my teeth while waiting for the water to heat up. The hot water felt amazing on my sore and tense muscles.

After showering, I allowed my hair to air dry and changed into a gray long sleeve and track shorts. Even though it was December, and fairly cold in my apartment, I still couldn't get myself cooled down. Maddox was sitting patiently next to his food bowl when I entered the main area of the apartment, so I pet his head quickly and filled the bowl. I grab a sticky note off the counter and write Colby a note, just in case he happens to wake up, and let him know I went to get breakfast before sticking it to the inside of my door and shutting it on my way out.

LA traffic was always shit at this time of the morning with everyone heading off to work. The things I do for a good iced coffee scares me. Colby and I both loved this little cafe that was only fifteen minutes away in good traffic, so I buckled my seat belt and started off that way. The wind that filtered through the cracked window felt good on my face as I drove, Cough Syrup by Young the Giant blasting through my speakers. My voice was quiet compared to how loud the music but I belted out the words until my throat hurt. It felt good to feel okay.

After about thirty minutes of waiting in traffic, which was shorter time than I expected, I walked into the cafe while pulling up my sunglasses onto the top of my head. I ordered us both coffees, his black and mine an iced caramel latte, along with two croissants, a banana pancake for me, and two waffles for Colby. I struggled to open the car door with the drink holder and bags of food in my hands but I managed and began on my way home.

It was now ten, which meant that if Colby wasn't already awake it was time to scare the shit out of him. I placed the drinks and food on the counter and walked over to my room, opening the door and wincing as it creaked loudly. Colby was still asleep and laying on his stomach, head slightly under the pillow and the blanket only covering his lower half. The muscles in his back flexed as he moved around a bit and I bit my lip, pushing down the urge to pounce on him then and there. I walked closer to the bed and jumped up next to him.

"Rise and shine! Wake up, wake up, wake! up!" I yelled, giggling as my jumping made him move back and forth in the bed. I fall down onto my hands and knees, Colby now looking up at me through squinted and tired eyes.