The DM.. | A Colby Brock fanfiction

To the uk

"Makayla, here's your ticket." Colby hands me my ticket after we get all the bags put into the cargo hold. "Lets go." we get on the plane on time and take our seats.
"Good, we're all with each other." Sam smiles.
"Hey Colby.. Can I swap with you? I hate sitting in the middle." I ask, "The lane is easier for me."
"Yeah, sure." We get up and Colby moves to the middle seat.
"Thanks." I smile at him.
"No problem."

Sam's POV:
I look over to Colby and see Makayla laying her head on his shoulder.
"Awww" I mocked. I often tease him about girls, only because I know it doesn't annoy him.
"Shut up, Sam." Colby says, turning his head away, trying to hide his flustered face.

The plane lands everyone gets up, expect for Colby and Makayla, who are asleep. I shake Colby to get him to wake up.
"Yo, dude. Wake up!" He jolts awake, scaring Makayla, causing Obe to bark at me. "Sorry, Makayla!" I apologize.
"It's okay, lets get off this plane." We get off and go through everything, we grab our bags from baggage claim and go to the car rental desk. We rent a car and get going to the place we're staying.

Makayla's POV:
"So. The most haunted room we're staying in only has one bed." Colby says as we walk into our room, "There is a couch, so one of us gets the couch and the other gets the bed."
"Fuck sharing, I'm sleeping on the couch!" Sam yells, racing to the couch. "Sorry, guys. You're gonna have to improvise." Sam laughs at us. I look at Colby and put my stuff down near the door, and make sure Obe knows he's off duty. Sam starts taking equipment out from his backpack. A spirit box, emf readers, cameras, stands, cat balls, a music box, torches, a rem pod, mics, a bandana, a thermal gun, and headphones.
"That's some hardcore ghost shit." I say, walking over to check it out. "These are expensive, jeez."
Obe starts barking at the window near the couch, causing us all to jump.
"Don't dogs see things people can't? Like spirits?" Colby asks, blankly.
"Yep." I reply, running to calm Obe down. I put his harness back on and attach the lead to it, making him calm down, but he continues staring at the corner near the window.