Playboy (Colby Brock X Reader)

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A/N: Hey, guys!! I'm sorry for not updating as often. I've been working 60 hours a week, and my days off consist of me just sleeping and being too tired to do anything, so I haven't had much time to write lately. Also, I'm kind of struggling on where I want to take this story. I'm running out of ideas for the plot, so if anyone has any requests or suggestions please let me know!!

Colby's POV

The sky melds into deep hues of orange as I stray away from the RV with the bottle hidden discreetly beneath my flannel.

I promised her I wouldn't.

But even surrounded by all of my friends doing things I've only ever dreamed of, the one thing that is missing makes it all seem like a fantasy still, like it's not even happening.

Her.

Y/N.

My feet hit the sand, the trapped heat from the now set sun still lingering, warming up my skin. I lower myself down and sit, leaning back on my elbows before pulling out the bottle of whiskey I snuck with me.

My hand grips the neck, it chilled glass contrasting the warmth beneath me. I imagine Y/N's body pressed up against me, watching the sky fade to black as the waves crash down along the shore.

But she isn't here.

With a sigh, I put on my best fake smile and try FaceTiming her. She's been declining my calls all day.

First it was because she was showering, then it was because she was driving, then she was taking a nap.

I'd be lying if I said I'm not beginning to grow suspicious.

My smile drops when I'm once again looking face to face with myself and the caller unavailable notification.

Fuck it. Fuck her. Who is she fucking?

She loves you.

She's. Not. Here.

SHUT UP!

I uncap the bottle and take multiple gulps, feeling the burn travel down my throat to my stomach, hitting me like a solid punch to the gut.

My racing thoughts slow with each sip, and I ease further into the sand, letting my head fall back and be cushioned by it. My surroundings spin peacefully, capturing me in a blissful loop.

My arm is heavy as I lift my phone up to check it, squinting my eyes at the brightness of the screen.

"Fuck!" I grunt aloud, once again being reminded of why I'm doing this fucking shit in the first place.

What the fuck is she doing. Why won't she fucking answer me.

Anger starts taking over me, my body feeling warmer than ever as my fists clench at my sides. I haven't felt this anger in a long time, not since the first night I met Y/N and had to watch that fucking drunk idiot lay next to her all night.

She has given me no reasons not to trust her, but let's just say not being with her has made me quite paranoid.

Paranoid that she'd hurt me the same way I hurt her.

"Colby!" I imagine her calling out to me.

"Colby!!"

I miss her voice so much.

"Colby!" I snap my head up, jumping at Sam suddenly crouching down next to me.

"Dude, what're you doing out here?" I shake my head, trying to see him straight as he speaks.

I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Looking at the stars." I answer grimly.

His eyes trail down the the half empty bottle resting at my side, but he just purses his lips, "Why don't you come back inside? Elton wanted to tell us about his plan for tomorrow's video."

Something about his tone is off putting. I've known him long enough to pick up on the little things hidden in his mannerisms, but I dismiss it, frankly too fucked up to give a fuck.

"Give me a few." I sigh, my body nearly feeling one with the sand.

He pats my knee before hoisting himself up, "Don't be too long. He's waiting for you." He says with a smirk before jogging back to the RV on the trail.

It feels like everyone is hiding something from me. Y/N, Kat's been giving me weird looks, now Sam is acting weird.

After a few beats of contemplation, I force myself up onto my feet and stumble along the beach back to the RV.

As soon as I open the door, everything literally crashes into me, and it all abruptly makes sense.