Summary: Colby contemplates his sexuality.
Type: Angst/Fluff + Small bit of smuttiness (No smut though, sorry!)
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What was it like to be perfect?
Colby always wondered how he could become the definition of perfect. Everyone else on social media was, why wasn't he? He had a desire to become perfect, to be someone who was amazing, beautiful, kind, popular, and had all the perfect features as well. He wished he could talk more intelligently, talk with purpose and poetry with every few words that were spoken. He wished he could sing, to be heard with his voice beautifully as emotions pooled out of his mouth with his song. He wished to be beautiful, to have everyone look at him with desire and awe as he walked down the streets.
But he could never have that, could he?
Nothing he did was perfect, and neither was anything he said. It was all ruined at a young age for a reason, at least he thought. His dreams never became true. Acceptance was a hard process for him, trying to accept the fact that he could never be perfect. He couldn't because of one reason and one reason only. The reason wasn't very good, it was just stereotypical. His reasoning was because of his style, because of his looks, or the way he talked. So, assuming that meant it was more than just one reason, right?
Wrong.
It was because he couldn't find love. Colby tried desperately to find a girlfriend, going through a ton of one-night stands but never coming out of them with satisfaction. He knew that he was never normal, knowing how he couldn't ever do something the right way but the more spectacular way. Colby had a good point of view, thinking it was just not the right day for a one-night stand.
Also Wrong.
It took a while to figure out that he wasn't straight. Instead, Colby was bisexual with a preference for men. He figured that out because of another one-night stand...
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Colby lay limp, his thighs shaking as he breathed heavily, feeling the blonde male pull out. Colby winced, a small stinging sensation following as he curled up into the sheets. Colby felt the shorter blonde male go behind him, feeling slim hands grasp his waist. Colby hummed, feeling him place soft kisses on his forehead.
"How was that?.." The blonde asked, slightly panting as brought Colby closer to his chest.
"I-I'm rethinking my life decisions if that answers your question..." Colby mumbled, turning around to face the blue-eyed blonde. The male chuckled lightly, his voice gentle and sweet. "Can I get your name?" Colby asked, his eyes trailing down to the shorter male's abs.
"Sure, pretty boy. It's Sam, Sam Golbach." Sam answered, his voice light and gentle. Colby hummed pleasantly, liking his name. "Yours?"
"I'm Cole, but I liked being called Colby," Colby responded, slowly snuggling into the male's chest. Sam hummed as well, enjoying the name.
"I like it," Sam said, kissing the top of his forehead.
For some reason, Colby felt butterflies around Sam. Yes, he just met him but it felt nice. Colby felt like he knew this person well. Colby wondered if this was love. He felt safe, protected, calm, and happy. "I think I'm gay..." Colby burst out randomly, his voice slightly frail from screaming all night. Sam chuckled gently, his voice gentle as he said.
"I already knew..."
