A Piece of Me

23

Elizabeth's pov

I waited for Colby to shut the trunk so he could lead us to wherever he wanted to go.

He grabbed the blanket back, nodding at me, "Go find a spot. Wherever you want,"

"Alright," I looked around, noticing that there were a few other people around. An older couple, a young family, a group of teenagers.

I wanted to avoid all of them, go somewhere where it was just me and Colby.

The place was a small hill of long, overgrown grass, and I decided that the top of the hill was the way to go.

I pointed to the top, grinning over my shoulder at Colby, "Is there okay?" I asked.

"Wherever you want," He repeated, catching my hand as I dropped it.

I didn't look back, but I felt as his fingers danced around mine, lacing them together.

I must have been smiling pretty big, because the older woman from the couple I noticed earlier winked at me, sending welcoming chills down my spine. Even though it was a friendly gesture, it only built up my confidence. Which was something I didn't need.

I stopped at the top, which wasn't much more elevated than where Colby's car was now that I thought about it.

"Is this -" I went to ask, but Colby covered the blanket over me abruptly, "Colby!" I said, my shouts muffled underneath the blanket.

I wiggled my arms up towards my face, and I felt Colby's hands turn me around as he laughed.

I pulled the blanket away from my face, followed by my hair. I giggled a little, opening my eyes to see Colby looking at me with an amused look in his eyes.

He smiled, kissing me gently as he lowered me to the ground. When I was on the ground, he didn't let go, but only deepened the kiss.

I felt like I was in paradise, his touches electrifying me. I loved everything about it.

My movements were limited, since I was still mostly wrapped in the blanket.

I opened my eyes suddenly, not focusing on Colby but what was above him.

I pulled my head away, watching his eyes open with confusion scattered in them.

"I want to look at the stars," I whispered, and he didn't move, "You're in my way,"

He scoffed, pretending to be offended, but he sat up, smoothing out a piece of the blanket for him to lay on.

Colby laid there beside me, and it really helped me take in what's around us.

A couple of the kids I saw earlier were shouting, laughing and having a good time.

"I miss being a kid," I said, keeping my focus on the stars, "I don't miss it exactly, but I miss the simplicity of it,"

"I hated being a kid," Colby sighed, "I had really bad anxiety and hated to do anything,"

"Do you still? Have anxiety, that is," He glanced over at me, probably searching for my intentions.

All I really wanted was to know was that he wasn't a perfect person. Famous people like to hide their problems, like to hide their personal issues and pretend their lives are perfect.

That's why I hated social media. But Colby seemed to understand that, and was willing to talk about it.

"Yeah, I guess so. It was really bad when I first moved out here but I think it's gotten better," He admitted.

We fell into silence again, letting our minds run miles while our bodies laid still.

But all that running brought thoughts to the surface.

"Why are you in such a good mood all of a sudden?" I asked quietly, and I watched as his eyebrows creased.

"What do you mean?" He asked, refusing to look at me.

We both knew he knew exactly what I meant.

"I mean, when I was over at your house you hardly wanted anything to do with me but here you've been all over me," I grabbed the free end of the blanket, pulling it tighter around me, "And you seem a lot happier,"

"You don't like seeing me in a good mood?" He asked, avoiding the question at hand.

"I do," I responded, "I'm just not used to it,"

"I guess I realized time is limited, and I can't waste our time together because I'm being inconsiderate. It's not fair to you," He rolled onto his side, propping himself up on his elbow to face me.

"Would you take it back if you could?" I asked, bringing one of my hands behind my head.

"No," He muttered, "But only because it showed me that you still want to be around me even if I'm being a complete asshole,"

"Oh, whatever," I giggled, rolling my eyes.

I didn't know how honest he was being, whether he wanted me to get an answer that would make me shut up or not.

His fingers ran through my hair, all hopes for it looking nice were gone. My head wasn't even on the blanket, so my hair was getting stuck in the dry grass. It was thick enough that I didn't feel it on my scalp, but it would be a mess to untangle.

"Alright, you asked your question," Colby said, "Let me ask you one,"

"Shoot," I smiled at him, the way he was looking at me causing me to feel warm inside.

Colby was looking at me like I was the only other person in the world.

"Will you be my girlfriend?" He asked, his eyes darkening as my smile faded.

Could I date the Colby Brock? What if he would be nice for now, then become awful later? Would it be worth it, in the end?

Would it be like Isaac and I, a destructive, chaotic duo? Could I deal with the hours on end of fighting just for a couple hours of sleep in his arms?

But that's not what makes up love, right? There's more. What Isaac and I had was drug-tainted, abuse-stuffed.

This would be different.

Nothing lasts forever, even this question I was answering.

"Yes," I said, nodding as he clarified. "Really?" He asked, his smile shining even though we were in the dark.

"Yes, Colby," I laughed, swinging my arm around the back of his head and pulling his lips down to mine.

"Come on," Colby breathed, pulling away from me, "Let's go back to my house where the party is,"

I smiled, picking up the blanket as his hand interlocked with mine.

I was ready to begin one of the best parts of my life with him.