[-Play music when it gets to third person-]
[5:32 p.m]
{Sam's POV}I pull out the box of truly's and white claw's, and a bottle of whiskey I bought earlier today. I set them on the counter and and pull out a glass cup and pour a quarter of the glass with whiskey then filling the rest of the glass with a truly. I grab the glass and take a sip, letting the taste of peach and whiskey intoxicate me.
"Mind if I join you?" Colby asks, walking into the room with a black tank top on.
"No, not at all." Colby walks behind me, grabbing a truly from the box next to me. Colby opens the truly, chugging it in a instant and then crushing it with just his hand, throwing it in the garbage and grabbing another one.
"You're gonna be drunk before me." I chuckle, take again another sip. Colby chuckles as well, opening his second truly.
"I'm not a lightweight, Sammy." Colby comments, leaning on the counter in front of the trulys, looking dead at me as he takes a couple sips of his truly.
"Sure you aren't." I say jokely, a mischievous grin splitting my face as Colby glares at me with his own snarky grin.
"I can prove it." Colby chugs the rest of his truly and repeats the same process as before.
"Okay. Prove it." I set down my glass, leaning my hip on the counter, making myself face Colby as he grabs a truly and the whiskey bottle, chugging the truly then downing a quarter of the bottle before I pull the bottle away from him quickly.
"Okay, okay, okay, I believe you! Just, don't drink all the f*cking whiskey." I put the lid back on the whiskey and set it down as Colby laughs at me.
"Pussy." This bitch- I smack Colby's arm, causing him to laugh then whine jokily.
"Now who's being the pussy." I glare at Colby before downing my glass of whiskey and truly.
"Shut up pretty boy." Colby moves closer to me, folding his arms, looking down at me since I'm barely shorter then him.
"Nah, I like making your life a living hell." I say sarcastically, putting the now empty glass in the sink.
"By the way, I might not be home again for the rest of tonight and maybe 3:00 pm tomorrow." I say as I wash out the alcohol from the cup and turn to grab another truly after drying the water off of my hands.
"Okay. Where are you going?" I feel a light fear spark in me and go through my lungs, making me a bit shaky.
"Somewhere. Its only a 20 minute drive there. Don't worry. I won't be far and I'll be completely safe." I assure, refusing to make eye contact with Colby. Colby just hums suspiciously and drinks his truly as he watches me grab a new one for myself.[An Hour Later]
I laugh as Colby dances horribly while blasting music from his phone, vaping like no other, purple lights filling the room from the LED lights I set up in my room and under the counter.
"Shouldn't you slow down with that?" I softly laugh and reach to grab Colby's vape.
"Shut the fuck up," Colby slurs. I roll my eyes at him,
"You're gonna make yourself so high that you're probably gonna throw your guts up or something!" I exclaim grabbing the vape from Colbys hands. Colby looks at me and barks. My mouth falls open and I laugh,
"Oh no! Oh no!" I exclaim jokingly. Colby's face floods with embarrassment as he smiles and hides his face in his hands.
Colby whines drunkly and reaches for the vape again but I move my arm away from him.
"Chill out with your cloud of lies." I grin at Colby as he growls in defeat.
"You're fine." I grab the side of Colby's face and kiss his cheek before heading into my room.
I walk into my room, setting Colby's vape on my dresser. As I head to walk out, I see my body mirror. I stop in front of it and fix my hair in the mirror since it's kinda fucked up from chugging trulys with colby. Maybe I should take a photo. I do look pretty damn good, not gonna lie. I grab my phone and take some photos. Oo, Colby should take some photos with me.
"Yo Colby!" I yell, still holding my phone up.
"Yeah?"
"Come take some photos with me!"
"Okay!!" I hear Colby yell in a funky voice. Colby comes into my room with a bottle of whiskey in his hands. Colby walks over to me and wraps his arm around my hips, the whiskey bottle resting on my thigh. Colby leans down a little so his head is leveled with mine. We take some photos before I head out to grab another truly. I walk back in, seeing Colby taking some photos himself. He deserves some photos of us on his phone. I smirk to myself and walk over to Colby, resting my wrist on his shoulder, moving my fingers to form a rock'n roll sign, sticking my tongue out at the mirror. I hear Colby chuckle at my actions before taking some more photos of us and putting his phone in his pocket.
"How drunk are you on a scale of 1 to 10." I ask, looking at Colby with a subconscious smile.
"I'm a 2." Colby states cockily. I snort,
"You're definitely not a 2." I laugh, tilting my head up a little bit and lock eyes with Colby. His eyes are so pretty.. a smile tugs at my lips as Colby stares at me with a subconscious smile, the tension building up between us. I feel my body fill with nervousness. Shit, I think to myself before I softly gulp, somehow holding eye contact with Colby.
I watch as Colby slowly leans in, closing his eyes and pressing his lips against mine. I move my hand to the side of his face, deepening the kiss before pulling away slowly. I open my eyes before Colby, seeing his face is again, semi-red. Colby opens his eyes and stares at me yet again. His eyes are so beautiful. A smile yet again forms on my face.
"God, you're handsome." Colby admits as he looks at my lips then back at my eyes as he moves his hand to my hip softly.
"Am I?" I ask, feeling almost hypnotized. Colby smiles and nods,
"Very," Colby winks at me before pulling me in for a small kiss.
"We should go back into the kitchen. I need to make you try the whiskey-truly I made earlier." I mumble against his lips before I grab Colby's arm, pulling him into the kitchen and making him the same drink I had earlier.
I put some chapstick on as Colby chugs the drink I made him. I lean against the side of the couch, putting my chapstick away and pulling my phone out texting Griffin.

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Dazed & Confused
Fanfiction[Sequel of The Last Run] After the horrific events in Las Vegas, Sam randomly wakes up, back in California. Sam realized he's been in a coma for 2 years. What will he do when he finds out his best friend attempted to kill him?