Unkept Promises // Brolby

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Chapter 4

B A D F E E L I N G S by The Bootleg Boy

    I had woken up almost an hour ago. It was dark out and I couldn't go back to sleep. I wondered if anyone was awake. I grabbed my phone and turned it on only to find out that it was dead. I frowned.

    Slowly I got up and lazily walked towards my charger and plugged in my phone. As the dead device was charging, I sat at my desk and opened my laptop. I went on Twitter and scrolled through my mentions.

    It wasn't long till I one tweet caught my eye. Brennen Taylor. My heart stopped and my face paled. Why was he in my mentions?

    I clicked on his tweet and read it slowly and carefully. "Let's do a collab? @ colby_brock ?" I looked through his comments and saw people either freaking out, sending spam, or saying shit like DADDY. I gulped as I liked the tweet and sent a message back to him.

    "Sure, why not?" I cringed. I erased the message and bit my lip. How do you say yes to a collab? Maybe I'll just private message him.

    I went to my inbox and typed in Brennen Taylor in the search bar only to find out he's already sent a message. A small smile and to my lips but I quickly caught myself. I took a deep breath and read his message: "Hey, Colby. I know that tweet was a little straightforward if you saw it, but I would like to do a collab with you. I already consider you a friend, so hopefully we'll be collabing more often. I was thinking we'd react to cringe music.ly's? Let me know what you think. ;)"

    I rub my eyes as I began typing out my response. I wanted it short and simple. "Hey Brennen, sure why not! When should we film?" I sent it before I could second guess myself.

    Then I got to thinking. I passed out yesterday because Corey mentioned Brennen was still at the house. I can barely talk around Brennen. I'm a stuttering mess. I can only imagine how I'll be on camera. I bring my thumb to my mouth and bite on the nail, a nervous habit of mine.

    I get up and walk towards my phone, I turn it on and see all the messages and missed phone calls that might've been the cause of my phone's death. I sighed and scrolled through the messages, most of them from Sam asking if I was okay and to open the door. Corey sent maybe five, Elton sent one but called a lot, Aaron called and texted once, then a random number called and texted. I cleared all of the messages and phone calls from my lock screen then opened my phone. I saw the time and groaned. 5:30 am.

    I went to my messages to see when the last message was sent. Sam sent a message at around 3 am. I bit my lip as I looked towards my door. Slowly, I walked towards it and unlocked it. I stood there and listened for anything. Silence.

    I opened my door and jumped a little when seeing Sam up against the wall that separates our two doors, asleep. I sighed and suddenly guilt engulfed me. I knelt down and shook his shoulder. "Sam." I whispered. Sam wasn't that much of a heavy sleeper so he woke up immediately. He blinked his eyes a bit until looking up and his eyes widened.

    "Are you okay? Are you hurt? Why did you shut us out like that? Does your head hurt? What happened?" Sam rushed out as he sat up more and hugged me. I tensed up, but hugged him back.

    "I'm okay. It's just not been a good week." I lied. I smiled tiredly at my friend as he frowned. "I'm sorry about running off. I was overwhelmed. A lot of people were around me and I just needed to leave." I explained. It was the truth but there were hints of lies.