The Time of Your Life || c.b

Sixteen

I woke up feeling warm. I felt as if I was in a cocoon of comfort (haAHA alliteration woo). As my eyes opened, I realized that I was back in the mansion, but I was in someone else's bed. I looked around and discovered that I was in Colby's bed. His bed smelled good, like he did, and I took in the feeling of being in his bed.

"Hey sleepy," a husky voice said from the foot of the bed where Colby's couch was. He was laying down with his back against the arm rest, facing me. He had no shirt but a pair of black sweatpants clothed his long legs. His hair looked messy, as if he has been running his hands through it a lot.

"Hi..." I mumbled incoherently. I was still so warm and comfortable that I could hardly even keep my eyes open. "Why am I in your bed?" I asked finally.

Colby smirked devilishly. "'Cause I thought you would look cute sleeping in my bed," he replied, before laughing. "Nah, I'm just kidding. You passed out because you were so cold, I guess. I have a heating blanket in my room so instead of moving it I figured you could sleep here." I nodded.

My body heat had always been a bit below average, which wasn't usually a problem, but I didn't often go swimming because of it. Still, I didn't regret going to the beach.

"What time is it?" I asked, noticing that it was still dark outside.

"Like 1am," Colby replied with a laugh. I snorted and rolled over onto my side, curling up into a ball and smiling.

"Why is your bed so comfy?"

Colby laughed. "What?" he asked me.

"Your bed. It's really really comfy."

"That's probably 'cause you're sleeping on a pull-out couch in our garage, Aggy."

I giggled. The couch wasn't terribly uncomfortable, but I suppose it wasn't ideal. Not that I minded at all; I was just grateful to be staying somewhere.

Colby and I joked around some more before I decided I should go to my own bed for the night. "Well, thanks for letting me nap in here, Colby. I'm gonna go down to my bed," I gave him a small smile. As I got out of the warm bed. I noticed that I was wearing a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a huge men's tank top. They must've been Colby's.

"You know you could've just grabbed me some clothes from my bag, right?" I asked, laughing. 

Colby blushed softly. I had never seen him blush before. Colby was sweet, he really was, but he was often so chill with everyone that it was hard to know how he felt about anything. I liked the way he was; I had never seen him truly angry or upset in many situations. It was hard to feel nervous when you were around him. I snapped out of my thoughts when I realized that Colby never answered my question.

"Well?" I asked, a small smirk growing on my face. 

"I didn't wanna seem like a perv going through your bags," he replied, with a smirk of his own. I wasn't sure why he was smirking, if he was telling the truth. It seemed more like he was just smug for finding an excuse.

I nodded, not bothering to continue. I was still super tired, not to mention the fact that it was so late (early?). I gave Colby a quick kiss on his cheek before heading downstairs. It didn't seem like anyone was home, mind you everyone was probably in bed, tired from the day before. I climbed into my makeshift bed and drifted off with thoughts of my Christmas running through my head.

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*6 days later, New Year's Eve*

I woke up to a loud and busy house this morning. The boys were planning a huge New Year's party here at the mansion tonight, and being them, had only bought the supplies for it yesterday. Corey, Devyn and I were in charge of getting food, meanwhile Elton was getting the alcohol, Aaron was making sure all the breakables were hidden away somewhere and putting together a playlist, and Colby and Sam were in charge of decorating.