Sometimes being an adult was the shit. You grabbed your phone and opened twitter, starting a new tweet. "It's 2am, I'm sitting on my beanbag chair, in my undies and a t-shirt, bunny slippers on my feet, a bowl of Doritos in hand, watching Harry Potter. AND I finished editing my video. It's been a good day." You re-read it for spelling errors and hit send.
You had abandoned your boring life back in Kansas and followed in the footsteps of some of your best friends. Making tutorial videos and vlogs had finally afforded you the ability to have your own apartment and you were enjoying it to its fullest extent.
Incoming call - *Colby Jack*
Y/n – "Hey baby Brock."
Colby – "I can't believe you still call me that", he said, laughing.
Y/n – "I was your brother's friend before I was your friend", you chuckled. "He's Brock and you're baby Brock."
Colby – "Y/n, you're barely 2 years older than me!" he argued.
Y/n – "I mean, for someone that doesn't want to be called baby, you're kind of acting like one."
Colby – "You can call me baby all you want, just don't call me A baby."
Y/n – "Oh Jesus, Colby", you laughed.
Colby – "That was smooth, you have to admit."
Y/n – "I'm going to assume you didn't call me to discuss lifelong nicknames?"
Colby – He laughed before sighing into the phone. "Dude, the AC in my apartment is broken and I'm fucking miserable. Mind if I come crash at your place?"
Y/n – "You're always welcome over here, dude. You have a key for a reason."
Colby – "Thaaaaaaank youuuuu", he dramatically called out. He hopped out of bed, looking for his shoes.
Y/n – "Why did you wait until 2am to call?"
Colby – "I didn't want to bother you. I just saw your tweet and knew you were up and awake", he explained. You could hear his keys and the creak of his front door.
Y/n – "Just let yourself in when you get here" You said, hand on the remote ready to start the next Harry Potter movie. "Oh, and Colby?"
Colby – "Yeah?"
Y/n – "Bother me next time. Anytime."
Colby – "I'll see you soon" he said after a pause, hanging up.
Walking into your apartment, Colby laughed seeing that you had accurately described your night in your tweet. He pulled out his phone and took a picture of you. Messy bun, Nirvana t-shirt, bunny slippers...You were leaning forward, completely focused on the tv. He posted the picture to twitter with the caption "So @y/n wasn't lying. She's really out here watching Harry Potter with no pants on. Also, how mean of her not to leave some Doritos for me!"
"Have you gotten your Hogwarts letter yet?" Colby laughed, joining you in your living room.
"I have faith it'll show up soon", you replied. Pausing the movie, you looked over at Colby and noticed he had bags under his eyes. His hair was messy, and he looked exhausted. "You okay?"
"Better now" he replied, diving to lay on one of your couches.
"Don't wait so long next time, dork. Just come over" you said, turning back to the tv and resuming your movie. It wasn't 15 minutes before you started to hear quiet snores behind you. It was almost 3am so you decided to just go to bed. You slipped his shoes off for him, covered him in a blanket, and lifted his head to slide a pillow underneath it. "Sleep tight, baby Brock" you whispered, leaning down to kiss his temple.
