Solby One-Shots

✖️I still love you✖️

(Warning: smut ;0 ((as well as past drug usage-mentioning!))
Keep in mind, I'm not an expert when it comes to smut scenes. So excuse me if this turns out to be garbage😅)

(This will also be a long one! Enjoy!)

Colby's P.O.V

"Oh come on Colby"

I refused to listen to Elton's pleads. Instead, I remained by the desk in my room - my arms crossed and my hoodie's hood on and around my head. Hiding in the shadow it casts onto my features due to the lamp shining above me.

I hate parties.
Elton has been invited to this awesome, huge party. However I didn't - and ever since I joked openly: "Oh what a shame I wasn't invited", he's been attacking me about coming with him. When in all honesty, I hate socially interacting with others. Especially in a place where music blasts your eardrums out and where everyone's making out or having sexual intercourse in various room throughout the hosts' house. I usually feel bad for the hosts or visitors who find them mid-fucking.

"You were complaining about not being invited-"
I turn around in my spinning chair and lean my head back a little bit - letting the light from the lamp rest on my face. Making the casting shadows disappear as my ocean blue eyes were dead serious. Meeting with Elton's expectant gaze. This action interrupted him, so I started speaking.

"I seriously just joked about it. Go have fun Elton. I don't belong on parties" I said truthfully, letting my words settle in on Elton's mind. However, it didn't convince the bearded man.

"Alright. You joked. But it might be healthy for you to get out and meet new people—"
"Elton. Every single person on that party is either going to be drunk, busy flirting or wasted"

Elton looked at me for a while, blinking softly.
I look straight back, my arms re-crossing again and my left eyebrow raises cockily. Elton then just sighs and shakes his head, approaching me. He puts both his hands on either side of my spinning chair's arm-rests and his face comes closer to mine. His expression was straight up serious as well. It got me to twitch softly, becoming uncomfortable.

"Look around you" Elton starts. He takes a step back, removing the hands from the arm-rests. I sigh irritatingly, and decided to do as he said. I took a good look around my room. It was dim due to the dimly lit light in the ceiling. Elton went to turn the intensity up, and I half-closed my eyes due to being unused to it. Once I get used to it, I once again look around my room - and I can honestly say it wasn't the cleanest. I slowly stare back at Elton with slight defeat layering my expression. I tried to hide it though.

"Does this look healthy to you? Wether the person you meet is drunk, busy or wasted - you need to make friends. I am your best friend, sure - but I can only do so much" Elton explained. I lower my eyes to his feet and got lost in thought for a short while.

So many of my used-to-be friends are hitting me up asking if I'm doing alright nowadays. I usually send them a message saying 'Yeah sure, I'm doing ok' and that's the end of our conversations. However, Sam Golbach. My old best friend and love interest has been messaging me a lot recently. Sending a new text everyday asking 'hey you okay?' Or 'what are you up to?'.

It's been hard replying to him since a lot of the scenes of what we used to do was being re-lived inside my head.
Like a way milder PTSD - the scenarios are visible in my mind.
I remember everything.
I always feel bad for not replying to him - but he never gives up...
maybe that's a sign?

I miss him.
Replies are worthless to me.
I wish I could talk to him again, in real life instead.

But then I remember that he left me for someone else.
I wouldn't want to see his face again. Or that dude. Especially not together.
Like that unfortunate day..