Drawings For Colby [A Colby Brock Fanfic]

ʟix : Making Pancakes

As I hesitantly open my eyes, I see Colby's arm still draped over me. I could also hear a couple people downstairs.

Sitting up a little, I locate my hoodie on the end of the bed. I reach and grasp it, pulling it towards me. I fish my phone out from the pocket.

8:33am

I'm so hungry, oh my god.

Colby looks to still be in a deep sleep, so I decide to try my best not to wake him -making even more of an effort, reminding myself of the times I had woken him up accidentally.

I slowly and cautiously remove his arm from my waist and shimmy away from him. I hop off the end of the bed and tiptoe out. The stairs take me down to the hall, which I cross to get to the kitchen.

"Um. Hi. Who are you?"

I look up to find a girl I hadn't met standing on the opposite end of the counter. The ends of her hair were bleached framing her wide face. At her words, a guy standing behind her turns around and meets my eyes.

"Who the fu-" he raises his voice but the girl cuts him off.

"Corey!" She hisses, slapping his shoulder.

"Sorry," he chuckles. "Whom have we here?"

"I'm Ella," I inform them but from the confused looks on their faces, Colby hadn't mentioned me to them. I'm glad he hadn't told everyone.

Before I could elaborate, Corey speaks again, "So who's the lucky roommate?"

The girl is quick to glare at him sharply.

I feel myself redden at his question.

"No, no! It's not- this isn't-" I decide to shut up after I take a look at my clothes.

Yesterday, I'd stripped my jeans and hoodie off, leaving me in a tank top and underwear. I mentally face-palm.

"I'm just messing," he rests his case, laughing. "I'm Corey and this is Devyn, my girlfriend," he explains and I nod my head.

"Nice to meet you," I smile.

"Hungry?" Devyn asks to which I nod eagerly.

"Pancakes?!"

Colby wraps his arms from behind me around my waist and I squeal in fright.

"Ooooh, Colby!" Corey winks playfully at him and he pulls away from me, rolling his eyes.

Devyn hand me a glass of water which I accept. "Thank you," I say and she smiles before assisting Corey with the pancakes.

"Making pancakes, making baking pancakes!" Corey sings and I fail to hold back a laugh.