[COLBY'S POV]
id say ive always had a good life. id say that I spent every year exactly how id wished, drinking and partying with my friends, sleeping with girls, and just living, but I don't know if i can. as much as i wish my life had been what id dreamed the night before, it wasn't. it fucking wasn't, and im tired of wishing on some stupid shooting star.
my life isn't exactly perfect. it never has been, and ive come to terms with that. i used to suffer from heavy mental illness, and living in an overall toxic household had only put more fuel into the fire.. but thing's are different now. i'm different now. ive always had a passion for ghost hunting. i remember when me and my bestfriend sam were just kids. when we were fourteen, we'd steal my moms flip phone and take really low quality videos of us pretending to be ghost busters. those were the good days, where we didn't have to worry about bills, about our reputation and who we were. we could just be.. us.
ive known sam almost all my life. we grew up together, and i genuinely don't think we've ever been in an argument. sure, we've had disagreements here and there, but nothing has ever gotten, and will never get in the way of us. sam's my best friend, and im his, and if im not, whoever is might want to shut down their facebook account, or their ring doorbell might just go off in the middle of the night. anyways, there's the context, and here's the story about how i never thought id turn out to be a fa—
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not like every other solby story
Fanfictionim tired of seeing sam play the victim, so, let's do things a bit differently this time. (THIS WILL BE SPICY BUT WILL NOT HAVE SMUT.)
