Solby | Drawn To You

1 // Crush?

Colby's POV

Uneasily, I knocked on Brennen's door, realizing what I was about to do. "Hey, dude!"

"Yeah. Hey, Brennen."

 I smile and walk past him, as he quickly closed the door behind me. His couch was simple, though comfy, and fluffy from some dog hairs lying on the pillows.

 "So, you seem sad. I know you, what's wrong."

"Um, I don't really know."

"What? That makes no sense." His eyes were wide like he was nervous.

"Will I j - just tell you?"

He nods and gives me a smile, making his cheeks rise up to his eyes. 

"I think I-"

Knock Knock*

A hard knock on the door made me jump out of my skin, Brennen gradually sitting up and speeding towards the door. A quiet mumble came from it, Brennen soon walking back into the living room with a parcel in his hands. 

"What were you saying?"

I think I have a crush on -

I shook my head at the thought unknowingly.

"I think I, uh, just needed some time away from the house."

"Makes sense, Sam is asking really strange lately. No offence, but he's weird." He gives a laugh, expecting me to not notice it. Though I did. Instantly.

Why the hell is Brennen acting this way anyway?

"He just broke up with Katrina, -"

 He started to open his mouth, making me stop my sentence for a moment. 

"Were you going to say something, Brennen?"

"Actually, yeah. Colby. I have something to tell you."

 I stood still, not saying a word, staring at the back of Brennen's head, seeing pins and needles piercing through his neck.

"Um, I broke up with Kyra too."

"I already saw the video, you know. I'm a 'true fan.'" I said, raising my hand up and laughing while saying it. My voice was beginning to crack.

As if I was starting to cry and I didn't even know why.

Well, I would be lying if I didn't slightly know why. 

11;32 PM //

''I should leave now, you should rest. - ''

''Colbyyy, I have some little tiny thing to ask you!'' 

Brennen giggled, rolling about on the floor, a hiccup soon following from the alcohol.

 ''Brennen, you are drunk. Go to bed, I can help -''

''I think, that,''

 He took a breath and smirking once again.

''That, um. You are like kinda gayyy.'' Brennen sniggered, dragging the 'y' for a few seconds.

He slipped onto the sofa and let out a muffled laugh. My eyes were sprung open, and my heart was beating unusually fast, and my breaths became heavier.

 ''Brennen. You're drunk.''

'But you didn't answer my question -''

Hiccup!*

''It wasn't a question!''

''Soooo, you are?!''

''Screw you, Brennen!'' 

I forced myself up, racing for the front door, pacing into my car. My head was pressed up on my legs, feeling a cold tear drip down my red cheeks. My hair was covering the edge of my eyebrows, causing me to see pure darkness, getting lost in my thoughts. As if they were having an argument without me, although all about myself.

Why the hell are you crying!

Stop!

I can't stop!

I can't bloody stop.

Why can't I stop crying!

BECAUSE WHAT IF I AM?