Overnight Videos: A Colby Brock x Reader

Chapter 12: Mistletoe(Final Part)

{Photo from Colby's Instagram.}

Readers P.O.V.

"So you grew up here?" Colby asked as the snow crunched under his feet.

"Yeah. We moved around a bit then settled here when I was [insert whatever age you want]."

I smiled at the sudden childhood memories that sprung to mind.

"That's awesome. I think I mostly stayed in one place: Kansas. Until Sam and I moved to L.A." {I do not know if that is true, so please bare with me.}

"What a shame. Here I thought you were this interesting man, Colby Brock. Tch." I joked and shook my head in a mocking way.

"Ouch. That might've hurt if I still had a heart."

I looked over at him, "Edgy much?"

He chuckled while smiling, "Sorry. Forgot everyone isn't as cool as me."

"Pffffff. As if. I think I'm way cooler." I said as I jammed my hands into my pockets while we slowly walked around the park.

Colby laughed and nodded.

"Of course you are."

We walked for a little while in content silence before I slipped on some ice.

Colby caught me before I hit the ground, I never knew his reflexes were so fast. A duh, (Y/n), he has to run from cops.

"Th-thanks.." My already flushed face reddened more.

His warm breath tickled my cheeks and nose as he peered down at me with his gorgeous blue eyes. They reminded me of the ice sickles frozen on houses and trees.

I blushed a bit brighter then looked down at my scarf, making Colby chuckle in a husky tone. My breath hitched in my throat as my eyes met his own again.

His hand made its way into my vision, pointing one finger up. My eyes followed in the direction before I saw Mistletoe tied to string then tied to a branch.

We had so happened to be standing under it. Together.

I looked back to him and smiled widely, "U-uhm.. Should we? I mean we don't have to and I wouldn't blame you-"

"I don't see why not," He smiled and slowly leaned down.

I closed my eyes and puckered my lips a little, his slightly grazing mine before a soft thud hit my back.

Our lips collided roughly and we pulled away.

"I'm sorry," we said in unison. I turned around and looked to see a small group of kids looking terrified at us.

"Which one of you threw that?" Colby asked loudly.

I looked at him with a "be nice" look, making him just smile and walk to the kids.

He crouched to his knees to level with them, I followed and smiled back to the shy children.

They all looked at each other before looking back, a few gulped.

"I-I might have.. S-sir.."

A little boy with glasses confessed.

"You've got a great arm then." He chuckled.

"You're not mad?"

"Of course not."

"..Is she?"

Colby and the little boy looked back at me. I smiled wider and shook my head.

"Not one bit. That was a good throw."