Sam's POV:
This prank war is getting out of hand. It all started because of Elton. And now it's getting worse. "Wait, so tell me again. What the fuck did Elton do to you?!" I'm not the one to swear but this has gone too far. "He.. super glued a wig to my head when I was distracted..." Colby replies sadly. Elton glued a fucking wig to my best friend's head. Does he not know the damage it's going to do with his natural hair?! Is he actually stupid?! Do I have to physically slap some sense into him or what? "Right. Come on, Colbs. We're gonna tell him something that will teach him a fucking lesson." I say to him as I lace my hand with his and drag him to the garage of our house. It's Elton's 'mancave' as he calls it. It's more like 'douchebag cave', but you know, same thing. I couldn't contain my anger and busted down the door to the garage and barged right in with Colby next to me. "Elton! Are you fucking kidding me!? What planet are you on right now to super glue a fucking wig to my best friend's head!? Are you out of your mind!? Do you not realise that his actual hair will be damaged because of it!? You've gone too far with this prank war! You mess with Colby, you mess with me, got it?" I threaten, getting real close in his personal space. He stares at me with anger in his eyes, knowing damn well what he's done has clearly upset me. "Now tell me, how do we take it off?" I ask him, clenching my jaw so tight it might snap off. "Do you really want to, though? I think he looks fine to me." Is he being serious? "What are you talking about? HE IS LITERALLY CRYING IN PAIN FROM HOW MUCH IT HURTS HIS HEAD SO NO HE DOESN'T LOOK FINE!!!" I couldn't contain my anger anymore. Colby is standing there in tears, watching us argue. "So I'll ask this again. Do you have anything to take this off with?" I snarl, waiting for Elton to answer. "Yes, I do. I have a super glue remover that can get the wig off. Now please get out of my sight." Elton sighs, resting his hand on his head. That motherfucker. I'll get him back. One day, he'll get pranked so hard it will make him stay awake at night. I grab Colby by the hand again and take him up to our shared bathroom to get this stupid wig off him. "I can't believe he did this to you. My poor Colby." I cooed sadly, pulling him into my chest. He wraps his hands around my waist and digs his face into my shirt before I feel the fabric turn wet. He's crying. Jesus Christ. "Hey Colbs. Look at me. We're getting this off okay. Please stop crying. I hate seeing you like this." I whisper to him, bringing him back into my embrace and wiping his tears with my fingers. We walk into the bathroom as Colby sits by the tub, and I sit on the toilet seat next to him. I read the instructions before Colby leans himself against my legs, and the back of his head is leaning on my chest. I wrap my arms around his neck while still reading the instructions. "Okay, so I think it says to pour all over the surface and remove the glue using water. That should be easy." I say before letting the faucet run with lukewarm water. "Hey, Sam?" Colby says. "Yes, my love?" I nicknamed, making him feel better. "Can you rub my head for a bit, please? It hurts really bad." He explains. "Okay, I will, but then after, I'm gonna start getting this off you." Colby nods in response as he leans himself back onto me and rests his arm on my knee. I start to massage his head with my fingers in all the areas that hurt him most for a couple of minutes. "Feeling any better Colbs?" I ask him. "Much better, thanks a lot." He says before going to lean his head into the tub. "Close your eyes because if you get this in your eyes, it will be painful." I tell him as I grab some gloves from the cabinet and start getting this wig off. I poured a bit into one area and rub it back and forth into his scalp, already feeling the wig starting to loosen by the remover. "Colbs, it's working! Thank God!" I laugh in every emotion I'm feeling right now. "Thank the lord." He says. It took me nearly an hour to safely get the wig off Colby's head. If Elton didn't give me this, I would've killed him. "It's off." I say to him as he lifts himself off the ground and collapses in my arms. "Do you want me to massage your head again?" He eagily nods his head as he sits down next to me, and I rub his hair all around in different spots. "That feels so good." Colby says, enjoying the moment. "I hope I never see that thing in my life again." Colby complains. "Me too." I laugh. It was getting late, so we went to bed, but Colby wanted to sleep with me tonight in my bed, so I let him. "Night, Colbs. I love you." I say to him as I stroke his sore scalp and hair. "I love you too, Sam." Colby mumbles before digging his face into my chest and wrapping his arms around my waist. Elton needs to chill out on this prank war. And if he doesn't... he'll regret moving into this house with me...
