Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Based on Why'd You Only Call Me When You're High by Arctic Monkeys
Summary: I think the cover art is pretty self explanatory😚
Warnings: SMUT18+, strong language, mentions of weed, hints at dealer!Colby, slight arguing, kissing, hair pulling, choking, biting, scratching, unprotected sex, oral (f rec), general filth
Word Count: 1.7k | unedited
——
You ignored your phone vibrating on the bed, rolling over to try and fall back asleep.
But that was no use.
You extended your arm out behind you, grabbing your phone to silence the buzzing, but as soon as you go to lay it down, it lights up in your hand, and it's exactly who you thought it was.
"It's three in the fucking morning." You mumble as you lay the phone on your ear.
"And I'm trying to change your mind." Colby starts. You can hear him take a drag of what you can only assume is something that has weed in it, "I've left you multiple missed called, you haven't replied to a-"
"Why do you only call me when you're high?"
He laughs slightly, "High?"
"Yes." You breathe out, "Why do you only call me when you're high?"
He stays quiet, so you sigh, "Are you at a party?"
"I thought I saw you leaving, your heels tucked under your arm.." Colby takes another drag and you roll your eyes as you sit up, "I'm home. Sleeping. Or was." You scoff, shaking your head, "Co-"
He cuts you off, "Decided that, once again, I was just dreamin' of bumping into you."
"What are you getting at Colby? We broke up, weeks ago. I-"
"That's why I'm calling at three in the mornin'. I'm trying to change your mind. I miss you a-"
You cut him off, "If you miss me, then why did you break up with me?"
"Why does it feel like it's getting harder to get you to listen?" Colby sighs and you tilt your head, "Are you trying to flirt or start a fight because I can tell you that it feels like you're leaning more towards the second option."
"Y/n. Please, just-"
Chatter in the background cuts Colby off. You can hear him bitching at whoever it is to let him alone, but they don't give up.
"Colby." You wait but no reply, "Colby. Colby Brock."
It suddenly gets quiet, "I'm here."
"What do you want?" You ask quietly, slightly hoping that he actually puts up a fight.
