Tonight, me and my bestie, Colby Brock, were having a sleepover in my apartment. I was sitting up against my pillows on my bed and Colby was laid on his stomach, curled up to one of my pillows. I giggled and looked over at him as i shut my phone off.
"So, we're just friends, right?"
I ask, smirking. Colby didn't speak at first.
Colby: "No..."
He groaned out tiredly.
"No? We're not just friends?"
Colby: "No...."
He groaned out tiredly again.
"So what are we?"
He was silent for a few seconds and tiredly wrapped his arms around my waist.
Colby: "Shut up. You're mine."
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