Dazed & Confused

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{Sam's POV}

     I put on my left shoe and quickly tie it before getting up and heading out of my room. I had woke up due to a nightmare and I went to go check up on Colby but he was gone. His jacket, his keys, his shoes, everything that he would leave with was gone. And I had to find him before the police did. We're still wanted. I head to the door, and see Colby. We both stop dead in our tracks.
     "I was just about to go looking for you," I say in a monotone voice.
Colby laughs a little bit and walks next to me, setting down his bag on the couch. Why the fuck does he have a bag? Colby then heads to the fridge and grabs a drink, speaking while doing so.
"I'm right here, I just went out for a bit, couldn't sleep." Colby says flatly.
"Oh," I simple say. I look around for a minute while the room goes silent. That doesn't explain the bag. It looks like it's packed with clothes. He might be leaving for all I know. Not that I can't take care of myself. I hid from a whole ass mafia gang by myself for years for gods sakes. I did kinda have Corbin's help but he didn't join me until...... I actually can't remember when... But before that I was alone. I don't need someone to take care of me. I'm fine by myself. I take a deep breath and look back at Colby who's now leaning on the counter, drinking away. I stare at his face and notice a black and purple circle on his left jaw. So I was right, he didn't just leave because he couldn't sleep. If he did, he wouldn't have a bag full of what I suspected is clothes and wouldn't have a god damn bruise on his face. It looks like he got punch pretty hard but something, or someone.
"Why do you have a bruise on your face." I say more sternly then I anticipated. Colby just looks at me and again bluntly says he's fine.
"I just fell and hit my jaw." Pfft. That's the worst excuse you could ever say. He would have scraps on his face if he fell. And its on his jawline. You can't really fall and smack the left side of your jaw on the ground and not have scraps or your face being dirty from the ground. It's close to impossible.
"Everyone wants me back with them and to not hide with you anymore." I hadn't realized how long I spaced out. I guess it was long enough for him to speak up. But the way he said you.... like I'm some sort of hated outcast or something? Whatever. I'm probably looking too deep into things. Im way to alert right now. But what he said does explain the bag and the bruise. Maybe he is leaving. Maybe he's done with me. Maybe he's made amends with everyone back home. Or maybe Sam is actually pregnant and Colby's going to go be a father.
"Are you going back?" I say with a hint of sadness in my voice. Colby's demeanor changes and he sets his drink down heading over to me, pulling me into a hug.
"Of course I'm not going back. I would never go back to that." Colby insists. My mind goes utterly blank. Warmth and calmness consume me quickly, it's almost unnoticeable. I hug Colby back and hug as tightly as I can at the moment. I really need this. Colby buries his face into my shoulder. I feel a small smile form on his face. I suddenly feel drowsiness rush over me like a hurricane. I pull away slowly as I feel Colby's arms unwrap from my body. I should probably head to bed. Thats all I can  manage to think. I sigh and drag my hand down Colby's shoulders to his chest, pulling away almost completely. I stare at his face and I feel a strong tug at my heart. All I could do was observe his face and start to feel high but down to earth at the same time. I've been feeling like this since he hugged me, I just, didn't really pay attention to it. I take a small inhale and subconsciously kiss him. I feel a electric rush go through my body and a feeling of desire and love consume me. I'm starting to want this more and more. Everyday I want to feel his lips on mine and I want his hands to touch me in every way possible. Colby kisses back, a small smirk splitting his face. Colby grabs my waist and pulls me close once again, deepening the kiss. My mind was screaming at me to sleep. And to pull away. That he isn't mine. That we shouldn't be together. But right now we are. Right now he is mine and I am his. I force myself to pull away anyways,
"I'm gonna head to bed," I mumble, centimeters away from his lips. "Feel free to join me whenever. Even after today you can, when you can't sleep or you get another nightmare or just because, you can lay in bed with me. I don't mind." I pause,
"Goodnight Colbert." I say, coming back to my senses, but I'm not as alert as I was earlier and my brain isn't running wild anymore. Its all silent. Colby mumbles a small 'goodnight' as I head back into my bedroom, leaving Colby alone in the main room. I get undressed and put back on my basketball shorts and put on a oversized shirt I have this time and head straight into my bed and pass out in seconds.

[Aryia's House]
{Aryia's POV}

     "What are we doing with Elton." I say, leaning against the railing of the balcony, smoking a cigarette and staring at Griffin whose standing feet away from me. looking over beverly hills. He looks so calm, and handsome.
     "That's for us to decide. Jake talked about sending him over to the other Mike and Elton and letting them deal with him. Their more vile then us." Griffin comments. I snicker,
     "More vile then us? C'mon Griff. We can be vile. We just choose not to sometimes."
     "Most of the time." Griffin states bluntly.
   "C'mon dude. We can be very vile sometimes."
     "I guess your right." Griffin trails off. We stay silent for a while as I smoke and Griffin zones out.
     "Do you ever wonder why Sam can't come live with us." Griffin states as if its not a question. I sigh.
     "He's already living with someone Griff." I throw my cigarette down and step on it, putting the flame out.
"Who?" Griffin asks. I walk up to Griffin and place my hand on his shoulder.
"Not even I know Griff. It's something Sam doesn't talk about. He might be scared to tell us or he thinks we'll suspect something that may not be true. I don't know. All I know is that Sam is safe and the person he is with a taking good care of his dumbass." I see Griffin relax a bit. I pat Griffin's shoulder and give him a half-hearted smile.
"You should give Jake a call or head back home to him. He might get upset that you're gone." I go to walk out until I'm interrupted by Griffin, my back still facing him.
"Aryia?" Griffin says calmly but hopefully. I smile softly.
"Yeah?" I turn towards him, instantly getting pull into a kiss. It felt wrong. But so right at the same time. I place my hands on Griffin's waist, underneath his leather jacket that I swear looks so damn good on him. I kiss back and rhythm my lips with his, or making out at this point. A snarky smile splits my face as Griffin's ring littered hand tangles up in my hair. I pull him ever so close, so close that there isnt an inch of our bodies that isn't touching. For a second I even forgot about Jake. Even when Griffin's phone started ringing violently. I didn't care. All I cared was that I was getting what I've always wanted. What I've been holding back from. What I've craved all this time. I guess this is my gay awakening. I guess I should probably say it. I'm in love with Griffin Jarosinski.

{A/N: I smell a love triangleeee😏👀}