Time || Solby

Wherefour art thou, Romeo?!

^^^i crack myself up sometimes... Plz send help I'm not okay (I promise)

C  O  L  B  Y

Arguing sure is annoying, isn't it? Sometimes, I don't even know why I'm arguing. Sometimes, I argue just to win a fight.

That's the case now, a battle of will. Who will hold out the longest? 

"Why do you always have to be so annoying? Hmm? You don't have to correct me every time I say something remotely wrong!" I don't know why this escalated so high, it's really not a big deal. But no backing out now.

"I was only making a comment, Colby! I don't know why you have to go and blow this up bigger than it needs to be!" 

"I'm not blowing anything up, you do this all the time."

There was a moment of stillness where we both just stared at eachother. 

Breathe. Think. Sam.

He's just trying to help. Why am I so upset about him knowing something I don't? It doesn't really matter. He's not trying to embarrass me... But it can be so annoying.

"I'm going to go edit," I said, softer.

"Okay." He sounded like he had calmed himself down too.

I went upstairs and sat at my desk. That's my one pet peeve about Sam, he always has an answer for everything. Okay, enough thinking about it. I just gotta let it go.

But shouldn't I learn to live with it? Confront him and talk it out calmly? Or maybe we should take some time away, just a bit of space. 

What's the definition of space? Is it the space between us, or the empty space beside us? Well, there's a space beside me at all times, reserved for Sam. Maybe it just got a little farther away for now.

Now it's really time to stop thinking about it. I'll let it play out however it does, and just give it space. 

S  A  M

I can already tell it's going to be a lonely night.

I'm sorry I have to be a know-it-all, Colby. I'm sorry I haven't changed that for you. 

I picked up a piece of paper and a pen, writing a letter to Colby. I always do that when I've argued with someone. In a letter, yo can't be interrupted. In a letter, you can't get angrier at someone and start yelling. 

I wrote down my thoughts and apologies, telling him I'd try. I'm only as good as my determination. Lucky for him, I've got a good motivator.

Colby is my motivation for everything. Well, I suppose not everything. It'd be a little hard to do everything for Colby...sleep for Colby? Eat for Colby? Pee for Colby? Yeah you get the point, I'm going to stop there.

But he's pretty much my biggest inspiration. For him, I feel like I could do anything. Well now I feel sappy. Oh well, I feel it for him! (Lol)

I folded the paper carefully and wrote 'Colby' on the front. I walked about five steps and I was at his door, because our rooms are about a foot apart, and slid the note under the door. I made a run for it and closed my door behind me, even though I'm sure he could have heard me from a mile away. (Inspired by their vine about the UPS guy coming when you're home alone; that's one of my favorites!)

Satisfied that I had successfully delivered my letter, I sat down at my desk and started to edit.

I know... Super short. Plz don't kill me! I'm purty tired and I'm going to do lots of stuff tomorrow, so I'm going to bed. 

If ya didn't check out my other books yet, please do! I have the Oneshots and Imagines book and The Black Book about Sam. Please read The Black Book, I'm very attached to it. I really put a lot of effort into that one.

Thanks for watching! Uh I mean reading... I must be an actual youtuber

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