famous[Colby Brock fanfic]

Chapter 3

No one's POV

Four Years Later(2024)…

The sun streamed through the tall windows of Aliyah’s spacious Los Angeles home, casting soft rays across the marble countertops. The smell of sizzling bacon filled the kitchen as Aliyah hummed softly to herself, flipping pancakes onto a plate. Her home was a reflection of her success over the years—sleek, modern, and yet warm, with just enough personality to make it feel like a place of comfort.

The sound of her phone ringing broke the peaceful moment. She wiped her hands on a towel and glanced at the screen, seeing Colby’s name flash across it. She smiled and answered the call, leaning against the kitchen island as she adjusted the heat on the stove.

“Hey, Colby! What’s up?” Aliyah greeted, her voice bright but with a hint of curiosity.

“Hey, Aliyah!” Colby’s voice came through, full of excitement. “So, I’ve got a proposition for you. We just bought this old, really haunted school for our next Hell Week, and we were wondering if you could join us for a week of investigation. We could really use your psychic abilities to help us, and honestly, it wouldn’t be the same without you.”

Aliyah paused, a spoon halfway to her mouth. Hell Week—the annual series Sam and Colby did where they stayed in the most terrifying, haunted places. She hadn’t been involved in one of their investigations for a while, but after everything that had happened over the years, she knew they could use all the help they could get. Besides, it had been a while since she’d seen them, and the thought of helping out in a situation like this intrigued her.

A small chuckle escaped her. “A haunted school, huh? Sounds like a blast.”

“Come on, Aliyah,” Colby said, his tone playfully pleading. “You know you’re the only one who can really deal with the energy in these places. It’s going to be intense, and we’re all a little nervous about what we’re walking into.”

Aliyah took a deep breath. She could hear the hesitation in Colby’s voice, the mix of excitement and genuine concern. After all, Hell Week was known for pushing their limits, and if there was one thing Aliyah knew, it was that these investigations could get pretty dark, especially when they were dealing with locations that had been abandoned for decades.

“I’ll do it,” Aliyah said, making her decision. “But I’m going to need a few things to make sure I’m prepared. I don’t go into these things without protection, you know that.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less,” Colby replied, sounding relieved. “We’ll set everything up. You’re a lifesaver, Aliyah. We’ll send a car to pick you up tomorrow.”

Aliyah smiled, a sense of excitement beginning to stir in her chest. She hadn’t worked on a Hell Week investigation in years, but the thought of helping Sam, Colby, and the crew navigate a place like a haunted school felt like it might be just the challenge she needed. Plus, she could already feel the familiar tingle of anticipation—the energy around the school, already pulling her in, beckoning her to return to the paranormal world she’d always known so well.

“Alright, I’ll be ready,” Aliyah said, her voice steady but with a trace of eagerness. “I’ll pack tonight.”

“Awesome! I’ll see you tomorrow then. Thanks again, Aliyah. We’re all pretty pumped about this.”

As Colby hung up, Aliyah took a moment to gather her thoughts. She felt a rush of memories flood back—those first few terrifying but exhilarating investigations with Sam and Colby, the bonds they’d formed, the dangers they’d faced. She wasn’t sure what awaited her at this haunted school, but one thing was certain: it was going to be a week she’d never forget.