Colby Brock Imagines

I hope they don't change.

Y/n: Age 13 Colby: Age 17

I was sitting on the couch at home when Colby and his best friend, Sam, came in. Colby's my older brother. 

I was scrolling through my phone, ignoring Colby when he was trying to ask me something. Colby groaned as he came over to me.

Colby: "Y/n, Y/n!" He shouted, trying to get my attention.

"Y/n, Y/n!" He shouted back, mocking him.

Sam laughed at us and me and Colby looked at him.

Both: "What!" We shouted at the same time.

Then we looked at each other when we said it at the same time.

Both: "Stop copying me!" We yelled at each other.

Both: "Stop that!" We shouted again.

Sam was still laughing at us. Finally, i stood up and tried to put my hand on Colby's mouth but i'm much shorter than him. Colby moved my hand and huffed.

Colby: "Whatever."

""Yea. Whatever."

Colby started walking off to his room and I sat back on the couch.

Sam: "I hope they don't change." He whispered to himself as he walked off with Colby to his room.

Y/n: Age 18 Colby: Age 22

I just moved in with Sam and Colby in L.A. with their friends. One day, i went behind Sam and Colby, who were standing in the kitchen leaning against the counter and i silly stringed Colby. 

Colby: "Y/n, Y/n!" He shouted as he turned around to face me. 

Sam did the same.

"Y/n, Y/n!" I shouted, mocking him again.

Colby: "Quite that!"

"Make me!"

Colby picked me up, throwing me over his shoulder and started walking to the living room. Sam laughed as he started to follow.

Sam: "They haven't changed." He whispered to himself.