Your gay? Me too.

Drunk in love

SAM
It's been a couple weeks since we moved back into the apartment, Colby and I have never been happier to be alone in our lives. It was like I was living in a broken home for so long, and then I finally was able to move out and be free. Colby was out hanging with Brennen for a little bit so I took the time to get all the furniture put together and placed in the apartment. I sit on the couch that was old, but new, and heard the door open. "Hey Sam." Colby says, he sounded off, not like the sad kind of off, but off. He came over and sat next to me, I curled my head into his chest, he smelled like smoke, not weed, but smoke. "Colby." I say suspiciously. "Yeah babe." Colby says looking down at me, his eyes were bloodshot red. "Um, did-did you sm-er-Colby are you high?" I blurt out, he looks down at me with a mad look. "Of course not, I mean I vaped." Colby says, my eyes start to water, Colby hugs me tightly. "Babe, I would never do anything that would hurt me, you don't have to worry." Colby says, kissing me on the head. I get up, " then why do you sound, look, and smell like you smoked?" I ask in a high pitched tone. Colby's red eyes stare at me, he starts to cry, he gets up and storms into his room, slamming the door. I run over to the door and open it, the last time he ran away from me he was hospitalized. I walk into his room and don't see anyone, I try to open the bathroom door, it was locked, "Cole Robert Brock open this door now!" I say through my tears, he opens the door and slides down the wall, "Colby, I didn't mean to get you mad, Im just worried about you, can't I be worried sometimes?" I say, he doesn't respond, he continues to sit on the ground in tears. I kneel down on the floor to make sure he didn't cut, he slaps my hand away from him, "Get the fuck off." he says, I look at him and cry harder. "Why are you acting like this Colby?" I ask, again, "just go!" he says. He looks the other way, I see a tear fall down his cheek onto the bathroom floor, he looks back at me. "I'm sorry sam, I got drunk at Brennen's." He says, crying. I look into his blue, bloodshot eyes and hold his hands. "Colby, that's all you had to say, I worry about you because I care about you, not because I hate you." I say, Colby looks at me and hugs me. "Why did you try to look at my arms?" He asks, I release our hug and look at the floor, I didn't want him to think that I don't trust him, because I do, I just worry. "I was worried that you cut again." I say through more tears. Colby looks at me with his red eyes and just stared at me. "Really, sam I won't-I'm mean I wouldn't hurt myself to hurt you." Colby says, I didn't understand what he meant. "That makes no sense." I say, starting to get annoyed. He turns around and holds the toilet as he throws up, I cry harder as I run out of the bathroom. "Sam, wait! I'm still talking to you." Colby says as I  leave. I go into my bedroom and cry.
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It's been a couple hours since mine and Colbys "fight" and he still hasn't come in my room. As I think that, I hear a knock on my door, "it's open." I say quietly, Colby opens the door and walks over to me. "Sam listen, I'm sorry that I got this drunk, I didn't mean to, brennen and I were at a party at Bradlee's and I got drunker than I thought I did. Forgive me, cause I love you." Colby says, looking at the floor. I see a tear fall from his face onto his hand, "it's ok Colby I forgive you, I love you too." I say, Colby looks up and smiles. He pulls me back into his arms and messes with my hair, "don't ever think I would hurt you babe." He says kissing me on the head. I was too tired to respond, we fell asleep the way we were, I'm just happy he understood why I worry about him sometimes.