bubba || c.b

12

Colby's POV

I am awoken by the obnoxious sound of my phone ringing on the nightstand next to me. I have been trying to ignore it for the past 10 minutes, hoping to fall back asleep and finish my dream that may or may not have involved the girl two doors down laying in bed beside me.

I cave.

"What?!?!" I scream into my phone, holding it up to my ear.

"Bro do you know what time it is? We were supposed to meet down in the lobby 15 minutes ago!" Sam scolds me through the phone like I am a child.

"Overslept. Be there soon." I don't wait for a response, drop my phone on the mattress and hastily make my way for the bathroom.

All I can think about is her. Those tan, silky, legs unintentionally teasing me in the hallway last night. The way her soft cheek felt on my lips. The way she smelt of coconut and vanilla. Her wild, curly hair.

I shouldn't be doing this, I have tons of girls, fans- waiting anxiously down stairs to meet Sam and I. But I would be completely happy held up in this hotel room with her. Even her and Mia, just cuddled up in bed watching cartoons.

I shake my head in attempt to get rid of my thoughts and take the quickest shower I can. I hop out, wrap a towel around my waist, and stalk back into the bedroom where my suitcase is. Pulling out a random pair of jeans and a hoodie, I pull them on along with a pair of boxers.

As I am making my way back toward the bathroom to brush my teeth I hear a knock on the door. I take a look through the peep hole to ensure it is not some crazed fan and I see her, leaned up against the wall across from my room, her arms crossed over her chest, looking down.

I speedily open the door, and as soon as I have, Mia has me in a hug.

"Hi Mi." I say with a chuckle, ruffling her hair.

"Hi Bubs." she replies

That fucking nickname. I will have to ask how that became a thing.

I look up, and Morgan is already looking at me, her eyes wide, with pink cheeks. Bingo.

I think I know where the nickname came from.

I send her a shy smile and direct my attention back down to her little sister.

"What are you cute little ladies up to?" I ask

"Heading down to the lobby, you coming?"

"Just have to finish getting ready, I'll be down soon. I better see you guys down there."

"You will! We will be in line for the meet and greet!" Mia replies happily, still having her arms wrapped around my waist, jumping up and down.

"Perfect, have to get some pictures with my favorite girl." I say, bending down, asking for a kiss on the cheek from my new favorite 11 year old.

She complies, and let's go of my waist stepping back toward Morgan.

She takes that as her queue to reach out for her extended hand, and turns to start down the hallway.

I then realize what they are wearing.

Mia has on a pair of black ripped skinny jeans and an XPLR t shirt, along with some black vans. I will have to ask to take a picture of her outfit to post on my merch instagram account.

Morgan. Morgan, Morgan, Morgan.

She is going to be the death of me. Unfortunately, she does not have those legs out on display for me- but has them covered by almost an identical pair of skinny jeans to her sister, doc martens, and a tight red top with buttons going down the middle, the top two undone- giving me just enough cleavage to get my imagination going.

They are halfway down the hallway when I decide to get bold.

"Hey! You forgot something!" I shout.

They both turn to face me.

"Morg, where's my kiss?" I ask with a smirk, tapping my cheek.

"Ha. Funny Brock." she shoots back and turns back in the direction of the elevator.

"Worth a shot!" I shout with a chuckle as the elevator doors close.

The last I see of them is Morgan's cheeks, red- like the color of that goddamn shirt.