"are you thinking of me?"
"why would you think that?"
"you look annoyed and pissed off."
IN WHICH...
colby brock and joey lilac
leave everyone they have ever met and
all of the internet asking one question ,
"why aren't they together?"
( COLBY BROC...
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"JO!" THE LOUD voice of colby brock rang throughout the house as he slammed himself into joey lilacs room.
"what?" a worried joey comes stood up from her bed jumping at the sudden barge and yell from the man.
"could you paint my nails?" he smiles innocently holding up the nail polish in his hands.
her fear filled face drops into a angered one, hands now placed on her revealed hips.
"are you fucking kidding me?" she snarled.
"what if i had a guy in here colby? and you just barged in like that." she quipped loudly.
"but you didn't." he laughed.
"but what if i did." joey furrowed her brows.
"that's impossible josephine." he shook his head with passion.
her mouth drops with offense as she ducked her head down, "why?"
"well firstly no man would hit- ow!" he was simply cut off when a smack was placed onto the back of his head.
"and the fact that you are like madly in love with me." colby told.
"get over yourself emo boy." her lips curled in disgust.
"come on tulip, our chemistry is undeniable." he sarcastically stated, placing a empathic hand on his chest.
she stared at him with pure hatred, thinking of many things to say but limiting them.
"do you know what else is undeniable?" she asked softly.
"what?"
"the pain my finger is gonna cause when i jam it into your eye." the girl snatched the polish from his hands as she yelled it.
colby backing away slowly after her words, hints of fear in his eyes.
"so i'm guessing you won't paint my nails?"
she stares at him for a second before huffing out the air she had in her, "no i'll paint your nails."
the wide smile spread across colby brock's face and she couldn't help but crack a small grin, his smile was almost a little too contagious.
he had jumped on her bed but before he had taken off her keyboard and placed it gently on the floor as he sat cross legged holding her teddy bear in his hands.
"where you writing some songs?" he asked in confusion.
"yup." she now also sat cross legged when he perched his hand on her knee for her to paint.
