You hear the front door slam and someone walks angrily into the kitchen. They stomp away and you wonder what's wrong. You get up off the couch and go searching for them.
You reach the main hallway and see Colby, about to head up the staircase.
"Colby?" You reach out to touch his shoulder and he pushes you away. He turns around and takes one look at you before going upstairs quickly. You hear his bedroom door slam shut.
You had no idea why he was acting like this, but he was definitely mad. Madder than you'd ever seen him before. You were a little bit scared but you were more worried about whether he was ok. He certainly didn't seem fine.
You silently go up the stairs and go to his door without making a sound. You put your ear to the door and suddenly hear something glass crash to the floor and shatter. You try to open the door but it's locked from the inside.
"Colby?" You hope he didn't hurt himself but you know it's a possibility.
You wait a few minutes and hear Colby sniff once and then twice.
"Colby, baby, open the door." A few seconds later, you hear the lock turn and click open. You gently turn the doorknob and push the door open.
In front of you is a pile of broken glass from his lamp and some pieces of a ceramic cup, smashed into a million pieces on the floor.
Across the room, Colby sits on the bed with his hand on his forehead. He's looking at something in his lap. The one sound that rips at your heart is Colby crying, and he's trying so hard not to cry although you know he is. You hear him swear a couple times and he sucks in a ragged breath before shaking his head.
"Colbs?" You pick your way across the shards littered across the floor and sit next to him on the end of the bed.
As you move closer to him, you start to see what he's holding. Your heart drops.
It's the picture of you kissing Colby for the first time. Corey secretly took the picture and gave it to Colby. The glass on the front of the frame was cracked and missing a couple pieces.
"Colby, what happened babe?"
"Just shut the fuck up, okay?!" He growls, sniffing again as he scrunches his eyes shut.
You don't say anything.
Colby slowly strokes his thumb over the fractured glass in the picture frame.
He looks up at you, his eyes red from crying and tears running down his cheeks. It breaks your heart to see him like this.
"I-I..." he looks from the picture to you and back at the picture. He's starting to cry a bit harder as he looks at the photo.
You move closer and rub his back to comfort him. He puts his head in his hands and you can feel him shaking as he cries.
"Colby, shhhh. It's okay. You gotta tell me what's wrong baby." You've never seen him actually emotional before. It kind of scared you.
"I don't w-wanna lose y-you," he manages to squeak out between sobs. His voice is filled with sadness and fear.
"You're not gonna lose me," you say, wondering how to make him feel better.
"But who w-was texting you earlier, huh? You said that you wanted to s-see them again and that you should meet up," he says before turning to you. "You're a fucking liar."
"Colby, that was my best friend. I've known him since I was a kid. He's not anything but a friend," you're shocked that Colby's acting so jealous.
"Bullshit," You can see the pain reflecting in his sea-blue eyes when he looks at you.
"Colby. I swear to god. You have to believe me."
You both go silent and just look at each other, tears dripping down Colby's face and onto the bed.
After about thirty seconds, you can't take it anymore. "Give me your hand."
You take his hand and hold it up. You put your hand to his, palm to palm. You hold it there so he can see it.
You put your fingers between his and squeeze his hand. He slowly puts his fingers down until you're fully holding hands. He squeezes back.
"Colby Brock, I'm yours. All yours. No one else can have me but you. I promise." You wipe the tear off his cheek and smile. He gives a little smile out of the corner of his mouth.
"Mine," Colby whispers, looking up at you. You smile and nod. You lean forward and kiss him, just like the first time all over again.
