No Limits At All || Colby Brock Fanfic

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!Slight TW I guess?!

My parents have clearly given me some problems. After listening to their arguments, their fighting, sometimes the things being thrown I think I've been wired to panic at the noises.

"The fuck was that?!" Colby said quickly.

"I-I don't know..." I bit my lip.

"Hey..." He grabbed my jaw, "It's ok! You're safe!"

"What happened?" I heard Sam call from his bedroom next door.

"Sorry! I just dropped a glass!" Corey called from downstairs.

"I-I'm gonna check on Sam..." I stammered, standing up.

-Flashbacks-

My parents argued downstairs. I led on my side in bed while holding a pillow down on my ear to muffle the sound. Then there was the sound of glass smashing as the yelling got louder. A tear ran down my face as I bit my lip.

-Next flashback-

I went downstairs as my parents argued, again...I wanted to leave the house. Sam was sat in the couch, he has clearly given up on going upstairs every time they argue.

"Wanna go somewhere?" I asked over the yelling in the next room.

There was an arch between the living room and dining room where they were. My dad's back was turned to us as my mom was in front of him.

"JESUS CHRIST!!" My mom yelled, throwing a glass through the two rooms.

It hit the wall beside me as I fell back to avoid it. My heart was pounding and tears flooded my eyes.

"You ok?!" Sam asked quickly.

"Mhm!" I immediately went out the front door.

-Flashbacks end-

"You ok?" He held my hand and turned me around.

"Yeah! Sam just gets funny with these things..." I nodded, I did too but he didn't need to see that...he's already seen me like this too much.

"Ok..." He smiled softly.

I walked out my room and went to Sam's he was sat against the back of his bed with his knees to his chest.

"You ok?" He asked, looking up at me.

"Mhm..."I nodded, "Are you?"

"Yeah...it don't effect me as much...also I'm a bit drunk from the party..."He bit his lip.

I've noticed me and Sam both do the lip thing when we're nervous or stressed or any negative emotion like that.

"Same...god our parents fucked us up!" I laughed, going over to his bed.

"Yeah!" He chuckled, "Also if you're gonna make out with someone then try and make sure the hickeys are less obvious! You live with three other couples who will tease the fuck out of you!"

"Shut up!" I hit his shoulder before pulling my still damp hair over my shoulder to cover it.

"Go on! Go back to your session!" He smiled.

"I will!" I said cockily.

"Ew!" He cringed.

"Fuck you!" I walked out the door before going to mine again.

"He ok?" Colby asked.

"Yeah..." I smiled, "Sorry for freaking out like that and ruining the moment we were having..."

"Hey! Don't worry about it!" He stretched his arms out as I got sat back on my bed, "And stop apologising for everything!"

"Sorry..." I said without realising, "Shit sorry...oh my god!!"

He laughed as I sank into the bed, my hands over my face as I giggled.

"I can't help it sometimes!" I groaned.

He shifted himself to face me and moved my hands away from my face.

"You don't need to apologise for things like that when you're around me...I'm not saying I understand what went on when you were growing up but you're safe now!" He said softly, bringing my hands to my lap.

"I'm gonna get a glass of water to reset my head and shit..." I stood up.

I went downstairs to the kitchen and it was empty. Corey had cleaned the glass up and went upstairs or something. I grabbed a cup from the cupboard and filled it with water. As I was doing that Colby come down.

"There's bottled water you know?" He smiled.

"That's some rich shit!" I laughed, leaning against the kitchen island as he grabbed a bottle of water. So...Colby I need your opinion on something..."

"What's up?" He sat up on the counter in front of me.

"I was thinking about starting to write music again..."

"Yeah! What kind?"

"I don't know...I can't write lyrics so maybe just the guitar and then find someone for that..." I shrugged.

"You should do it! Damn Keira Golbach writing music...what would that be like?" He teased.

"Shut up!" I pushed his shoulder as I walked towards the stairs.

"Just kidding...I always thought you'd be part of a metal band of a rap duo of some sort! Like Slipknot or ICP!" He shrugged, following me.

"You know ICP?!" I turned to him quickly.

"Fuck yeah!" He laughed.

"And if I imagined myself in a band I'd think more like the Sex Pistols!" I laughed, walking upstairs.

"Sex Pistols? Didn't the bassist kill someone?" He asked.

"We don't know! They were both high off their asses!" I walked through my bedroom door.

"So why do you think you would be one of them?"

"Addict, don't give a fuck, hated by the town I live in...I could go on! If I'm starting music then I'm doing it hated by entitled rich people who hate the thought that people are different!" I smirked, turning to him.

He closed the door and I put my arms behind his neck. His hands rested on my hips before slowly moving to my back.

"Thanks for being supportive Colby..." I smiled, placing a kiss on his lips.

"It's one in the morning and we have a video to film tomorrow...so let's get some sleep!" He beamed, clearly happy about the the compliment.

We got into bed and I led on my side under the covers. He put his body against mine and rested his arm on my waist.

"Goodnight Kie..." He whispered, putting his head in my neck while drifting off.

I started to smile, only Zach ever calls me that. You rarely see someone giving a nickname to a nickname but Zach has called me it since we were kids and I love is, now Colby is? I don't know why this makes me so happy but it does.