bubba || c.b

6

Colby's POV

I walk into my hotel room and instantly plop onto the bed. What the fuck just happened?

I am sweating, and confused. But can't keep the smile off my face.

That little girl in MY hoodie, latching on to me like her life depended on it was the most adorable thing I have witnessed in a long ass time. The way I felt instantly loved and cared for is crazy.

Not to mention her sister, who said little to nothing to me during this whole encounter. Beautiful.

"Stop." and now I am talking to myself.

I don't even know how old she is, where she lives, what she does for a living. What if she has a boyfriend waiting for her at home?

But she obviously likes Sam and I enough to come to something like this right?

No. She is doing this for Mia. Her little sister who she clearly loves to death. That is all.

I am getting curious.

I snatch my phone out of my pocket and open Instagram, instantly going to my follows.

I type in her first name, since I was stupid enough to not get her last.

"Morgan." I say out loud as my fingers tap against my screen.

Fucking 400 girls with the same first name? You're kidding. Am I this desperate to go through all of them one by one to find her? Yes.

Half way through the list I have given up hope. Then,
I find a profile picture that for some reason reminds me of her.

The tattoos on her right arm. I hesitate but click on the profile, hoping it isn't private.

Bingo, @morganluck

I silently thank the internet for making my life so easy and click on her most recent post.

A picture of her and Mia in matching Now or Never hoodies, hoods up, the little horns get me every time- I almost let out a groan.

They are in the woods, Morgan sitting on what looks to be a fallen tree trunk and Mia stuck right between her spread legs. Both with the biggest smile on their faces.

"XPLR" the caption reads.

I stop myself from liking the picture and go to the next. A photo montage from what I can assume from the first picture of a birthday cake, Mia's birthday.

"My best friend is 11 today, the Sam to my Colby. The one I can count on to go on adventures with me. The only one who has been capable of completely breaking down my walls and has allowed me to be who I am meant to be. The one who I would gladly let take over my apartment and eat all of my food. I love you Mia, forever and always. Your, Morgan."

And the pictures show exactly that, them exploring- even a place Sam and I have been before, the Saratoga Sanatorium. Them attacking each other in hugs and kisses. And the last one, decked out in our merch, Mia smiling so hard her eyes are closed and Morgan with a sexy little smile, sitting criss cross on a bed. In this picture, Mia is noticeably younger. And Morgan has no tattoos.

Huh, so been a fan for a while.

I'm smiling at my phone like a dumbass, and I am again grateful I decided to not room with Sam and Kat.

About 15 minutes later I have reached the end of her posts and I have declared myself a simp.

The blue eyes

The curly light brown hair that I still feel through my fingers

The gold nose hoop in her right nostril

The curves

And the fucking tattoos

I love women.