Paper Planes • s.g + c.b

chapter fifteen

Call declined.
Call declined.
Call declined.

Every call that rang through Colby's phone he declined. Sam call him six, ten, fifteen times before his phone finally stopped ringing, relief flooded through him but it was soon replaced with a queasy feeling at the bottom of his stomach. He felt as if he were going to vomit at any given second, especially if he heard Sam's ringtone one more time. He wanted to pick up that call, he wanted to apologize and say he didn't really mean it.

"You have nine unheard voicemails." Colby's phone spoke and he hesitantly clicked play.

"Hey, pick up your phone."
"God damnit, Cole. Pick up your phone!"
"Colby! Please! We have to talk about this!"
"I've called you eleven times already, please pick up."
"What sprung this on you? Pick up your phone."
"Cole Brock, I swear to god. Did Brennen do this?"
"I'm leaving my house right now, I'll be at your window in twenty minutes."
"Don't ask how I know where your house is, you'll get a weird answer."

The seventh voicemail was from thirty five minutes ago. Colby hesitantly clicked play on the last voicemail shown.

"I know you're listening to these. God, Colby, Jesus Christ. If Brennen did this, I swear to god- no that's it. I'm confronting him tomorrow. Also, I can see the light of your phone. Your brightness is so high what the hell." Sam chuckled, "Do I have a say in you leaving? Because your decision was very one sided and I'd like to at least discuss it. Open your window."

Colby stared at his window. Tossing his phone on the bed he took tiny steps toward the window just to investigate and see if Sam had actually walked to his house. Once peering out the window sure enough there he was with a bright blue hoodie, he wasn't hard to miss.

Incoming call: Samuel.

A n s w e r.