COLBY BROCK WAS going crazy.
his mind had been put in a pan and scrambled till there was not a single clear image in it.
except for her face.
her eyes, her hair, her freckles, her lips- oh my god her lips. he needed them like oxygen.
it was like everytime he looked at them got plumper, pinker and more tempting.
for some reason that next morning the boy woke up with one person in his mind, molly.
not that he wanted to see her again, sadly it was the opposite.
he was calling her in an instant telling her that he didn't see them going anywhere and that the kiss they shared was just the liquor in their veins.
poor molly was so understanding, her voice soft as usual as she told him not to worry.
but why?
it was what he wants, a summer fling. molly was giving him what he wanted, kissing, secret glances, sex.
yet for some fucking reason he calls her and tells her to piss off, well not in those words but he might as well have said it that way.
why did he have a 5'6, gorgeous redhead girl in his arms all of last night yet all he could think about was the 5'5, brunette haired and freckled face woman.
joey.
the same joey he swore to never look at in a romantic way, the same joey he grew up with, the same fucking joey that read him like a book last night.
and that was the problem.
joey lilac saw right through him, she saw right through the nonchalantness.
the girl knew that he wanted her, and he didn't try denying it anymore.
colby brock wanted joey lilac.
he wanted her so fucking bad, like kids want toys, like a rich girl wants money, like a dog wants treats, like colby wants joey.
she could slit his throat and with his last gasping breath he would apologize for bleeding on her shirt.
he was yearning for her, when he got home last night he couldn't sleep all he saw was her face. everytime his eyes closed it wasn't just endless darkness it was her, in every outfit she's ever worn, in ever hairstyle she's had, in every emotion she's lashed out.
there she was, sitting on the edge of his bed as he blinked violently and hurting when she disappeared at his actions.
josephine fucking lilac was haunting colby brock.
his heart was racing as he walks out his front door, the golbachs home in his eye sight as he gulps.
he didn't know what he was doing but he needed to talk to her, about something.
anything.
he needed to look into her real eyes just for a bit more, her eyes that made him feel so safe they felt open at all times even when closed, the warm shade of brown infusing into his skin like lava on a hot plate. he was gone there was no reviving him.
colby brock was down bad.
before he could start the short walk to the golbach home he stopped abruptly.
joey steps out, he couldn't see her face but he could tell she was stressed her eyes not leaving the floor as she leans on the fence of her porch.
pulling something out of her pocket, a lighter?
YOU ARE READING
GLITCH. colby brock
Romance"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...
