one night // colby brock

seventy six | the lines written in our palms

Ronnie's POV

I was changing into pyjamas, getting ready for bed when I heard a racket outside the room.

I poked my head out and walked down the hallway to see everyone jumping around and screaming.

Even Colby.

He told me he was going to get water from the kitchen.

What the hell?

He held something in his hand but I couldn't see what his palms possessed.

It most likely was the glass of water and he got stopped by the usual shenanigans of the house.

I was so excited for tonight.

He told me earlier that the suprise was my favourite thing in the world.

A Netflix marathon with lots and lots of unhealthy stuff that will most likely kill us one day.

I skipped back to the room and flopped onto the bed.

I screamed as one of the wooden slacks came loose, slamming against the floor beneath the mattress.

Colby must of heard the bang because he came running.

I was pretty good at telling who was going where and who is was by now.

For instance, Corey stomps and Sam floats.

Colby is quick, like a beating heart rhythm.

The door burst open and his face showed worry,

"We really need to get a new bed" I chuckle as I try climb out of the pillowed incavement.

Colby sighed and leaned back against the door,

"You scared the crap out of me!" He groaned and sarcastically played the mad man,

"Sorry. Here hold this up for me please" I ask Colby as I attempt to push the mattress up.

Colby grabs it by the loop and pins it against the wall.

Wish that was me.. nevermind,

"Almost got it" I groan as I attempt to bend the wood slack back into the holding.

The plank snapped in my hands, causing me to yell again.

My hand was throbbing and sure enough when I looked down, a piece of wood was sticking into my palm.

I will live but it hurts like a bitch.

Colby lets go of the mattress and it slams down onto the frame.

Breaking more slacks as it made contact.

He rushed over and held my hand in his,

"Does this even count as a splinter?" Colby questioned as he slowly moved it side to side.

Easing it out of my skin,

"A bi- fucking one" I hissed through my teeth,

"Sorry" Colby apologised as the wood popped out my skin.

Letting blood fill the folds and wrinkles of my hands.

I speed walked to the bathroom, running my hand under the faucet.

The water stung as it hit the wound but it was good.

It meant it was being cleaned and that bed was years old so that was the best thing that could be happening right now.

I was mistaken.

I pushed down the faucet, stopping the water flow.

Grabbing the adhesive bandaids, tearing off the wrapping and pressing it into my skin.

I never realise Colby was in the bathroom with me until he was blocking the door.

On one knee.

My heart stopped and I couldn't speak.

I couldn't even move.