Insane // Colby Brock

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Sam and Gus eventually made their way to the room and once they got here, Gus's eyes went wide.

"What the hell happened in here?" He asked as he looked at us. "Crystal and her little demon friend happened..." I said with a sigh as I got up and went over to the glass and started cleaning it up.

"I'm sorry to ruin the moment... but what's wrong? It's just perfume..." Colby said cautiously. "No... it's not just perfume..." I said softly.

"Pop-pop was a manger for this perfume and cologne company. They were a very good company, and sold a lot of products. They weren't exactly famous for the scents or the way the bottles looked or anything like how perfume companies are today, they were famous because of Pop-pop." I said as I cleaned the glass.

"Anyone could walk in, moody and grumpy, yet they would walk out with a smile on their face and a new friend. Everyone loved Pop-pop. And I mean everyone. Hell, there was a robbery there, yet the guy walked out with a smile on his face, tears in his eyes, and 300 dollars. Wanna know why?" I asked. "Yes." Sam said causing me to chuckle.

"Because Pop-pop stopped him." I said. "How?" Colby asked. "He walked up to the guy, with his hands up just incase, and smiled at the guy. He was so taken aback it was hilarious. Pop-pop put his arm on his shoulder and they guy jumped back and pointed his gun at him. I remember watching in complete horror. Me, Kat, and Tom were all huddled in a corner with one of the workers, John. We were all terrified but I had hope in Pop-pop." I said and smiled.

"Pop-pop raised his hands in defense again and raised his eye brows at the guy. He said 'lower the gun, boy.' So calmly and softly. The guy listened and looked at Pop-pop so weirdly. Pop-pop smiled at him again and pulled the guy in for a hug." I said and chuckled at the memory.

"I think we were all shocked, not just the guy." Tom said as I laughed and nodded. "That's about right. Anyways, when they pulled away, they guy was even more confused. Pop-pop told us to come out of hiding, that it was okay, he wasn't going to hurt us. Just that he was going through a tough time and needs someone to talk to. So, that's what they did. Pop-pop listened as the guy went on about how his mom was really sick and that they were poor and she was going to die. The man was so scared." I said and shook my head.

"He said that he had been doing everything that he could. He worked 5 different jobs and none of them were working. He gave up on those and went around begging people for money. He gained 20 bucks which wasn't even close to enough. He still needed about 150 dollars. If not, they were going to end his mom's life support the next week." I said.

"He said that all he wanted was for his mom to live and be okay, so, he turned to robbing. Pop-pop asked him if he thought he could make 50 dollars in the next week. He said no, he couldn't even make 5 dollars if he went out now and did stuff." I said.

"So, Pop-pop made him a deal. He said, 'listen here, boy. You're gonna make me a deal. I'm gonna help you out. But, to repay, you must do the same in the future, and don't ever try to rob people again. With that being said, promise me that sometime in the future, if someone is in a similar place that you're in, you'll pay it forward and help them, and obviously don't rob another human being ever again. Got it?'"

"And with that, Pop-pop gave him 300 dollars. An extra 150 to get something nice for him and his mom. The guy promised and thanked Pop-pop like... a million times. But that was just Pop-pop. That's was the kind of person he was. So kind, too kind for this world." I said and whipped the tears that escaped from my eyes.

"Anyways, when Pop-pop died, everyone was devastated and thought of a great idea, to make a limited edition perfume dedicated to Pop-pop. They decided on limited edition to make it more special or whatever." I said.

"It was all of Pop-pops favorites. And it came with inspiring quotes on the bottles, that he had said to the costumers and workers through this time there. Every costumer had a costume made one." I said.

"Mine said, 'no matter what good or bad things happen to you, bubbles, I'll be here, every step of the way. Even if it's not physically.' It was the last thing I had of him." I said and started crying.

I couldn't keep it in anymore. That was one of the most important things to me. Whenever I was going through a bad time, I looked over at that bottle, and it helped me.

And now, it's gone...