Tokyo Is Our Vegas // Brolby

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"あなたは私を忘れてしまいますか、それはあなたが去った理由ですか？"

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Regret, is that what you feel? When you look into my eyes, is all that you can notice is sorrow in the pit of your stomach? You told me you used to see how wonderful I am, you used to love looking into my eyes. You told me they were oceans that you would love to swim in for hours on end.

You said you loved the ocean.

Is mistake the first word that pops into your head when you think of me? It is, isn't it?

Isn't it?

Even though you said that the thought of me made butterflies flutter in your stomach, brought a smile to your face, made you feel so happy you were sure that you were just high. You told me that when you thought of me, you couldn't think of anyone else because I was the center of your world, your universe, the only person you wanted to think about every single second of the day.

You're a liar.

A pathological liar.

You don't have to lie to me, I told you that, I told you that you could tell me anything, and you still can. You can tell me anything.

Even if you hate me.

Even if I make you sick to your stomach and looking at me makes you want to wish you never even met me, you can tell me that.

You don't have to love me, you know. I understand, really I do.

But, you didn't have to lie about it.

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It takes a few months for Colby to stop feeling sad, or some sort of unwanted feeling. His roommates notice his distress almost immediately. Frequent trips to the gym, sleeping in for longer hours, putting distance between himself and his others.

His fans could certainly agree.

Brennen's couldn't care less.

Colby doesn't want to think about the boy who stole his heart in Tokyo, he never wants to think about him ever again.

If only, he would stop coming over, stop haunting him, stop filming with the rest of his roommates. But, he can't say that to him, he couldn't.

No one was supposed to know about Tokyo except the people who went with them. If anyone ever found out, chaos was sure to ensue. After the initial shock, would come the questioning. The why, the how, the aftermath would swarm everyone who was there. Their secrets would be spilled and anyone who knows the basics of a secret is sure to know more.

It was better if Colby just got over it, and if that meant appearing in a couple of his videos every now and then, well so be it. Even if it destroyed him, he'd do anything to keep Brennen from hating him.

Sam knew something was wrong, he knew that Colby was dealing with more than he could handle, but he couldn't help him. Sam, who was in a happy, successful and trustworthy relationship could never understand the pain his friend was going through. He wished he knew, wished that he could help him.

They had filmed for hours on end, making sure that they each had a video to post. The last video they had recorded was Colby's, of course, but he had protested.

"I don't need a video, guys, really. I have plenty of footage already and I'm tired-" He had tried to argue when they had all put their cameras away to discuss what to do for his channel. They wouldn't let him go without a video, because that's not how social media stars functioned.

"Don't you think you've been getting enough sleep already? You sleep for fifteen hours a day, Colby. A few missed hours aren't going to kill you." He wished Corey had backed him up, wished he had seen how badly Colby didn't want to do this, but he didn't. His roommate just added more fuel to the fire. "Now, pick a video idea."

What did Colby want on his channel? What was something that would entertain his fans and keep him from seeming like he wanted to get the hell out of the room that had Brennen Taylor inside of it.

"Fine, let's play truth or dare."