Exploring with you

Chapter 6: My favorite place is wherever you are

Colby's POV

"Get up!" Elton runs into the room, yelling.

I wake up suddenly and accidently wake up Sam too.

"Huh-h? Colby, what's going on?" he asks with a yawn.

"I don't know, Elton came in yelling for some reason," I say.

"Um, anyway. Get up, we're going to Utah," he says.

"Okay," we say together and Elton leaves the room.

We get up and Sam heads to his room to get dressed and pack. Elton knocks a few minutes later.

"Come in," I say, pausing my packing.

He comes in and asks, "Why was Sam in here?"

"He had a nightmare the other night. He's been wanting to stay with me since then," I say.

"Is he okay?" he asks.

"He is now," I say, continuing to pack.

Two hours later, Sam and I are packed and ready to go. We head downstairs to see Elton and Corey waiting for us. We head to Elton's car and he drives us to the airport.

-A little while later-

Elton parks the car in long term parking and we grab our bags. We head inside to check our bags. We wait in the security line and finally are able to get to our gate. Sam leaves for a bit and comes back with food for us. He's so thoughtful. We eat in silence, everyone except for Elton feeling tired. Sam lays his head on my shoulder while we wait to board. We sit together like that until it's time to board the plane, I turn to Sam only to notice that he has fallen asleep.

"Sammy, it's time to get on the plane," I whisper, shaking him lightly.

His blue eyes open to meet mine and he gets to join the queue to board the plane. I follow behind him, grabbing my own bag. The plane ride passes without incident and we make it to our hotel. Elton checks us in and we head to our separate rooms after deciding to sleep for a bit before going to get some food together. Sam and I enter our shared room, setting our bags down. I collapse onto one of the beds, closing my eyes.

I wake up to someone shaking me awake.

"Hmm, what's up?"

"I got us food," Sam says.

"Thanks," I say.

He sits down next to me on the bed setting the food on the bedside table. He hands me a container and we eat in silence. I can't help thinking about our fight and set my fork down. Sam turns to look at me.

"Colbs?" The nickname makes my eyes fill with tears. I look away quickly but not quickly enough because Sam asks, "Colbs? What's wrong??"

"I'm-m sorry-y," I choke out, not looking at him.

He reaches up to wipe my tears, then says, "Colby, please tell me what's wrong."

I take a breath and say, "About the fight- I feel bad that I yelled at you and then you got hurt."

"Oh, colby. That's not your fault,"

"I know, I just- I hate that we fought," I say.

"Me too," he says.

I start to cry more and he pulls me to him, hugging me tightly. I start to calm down and eventually we start eating again. I notice that his hand is inches from mine and I feel tempted to hold it but I don't want to make anything awkward between us.