Jake Webber x Colby Brock- Biltmore Hotel

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A/N: I love Jake Webber and also love hurt/comfort fics. Hate me bc I already got you there. May be out of character at points, I haven't written a fanfiction in a very long time so wish me luck

(Cough cough jake is a bottom cough)

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Entire story is Jake's POV.

          The idea of moving out had already had me in a low state of mind for the last few weeks. It brought forth memories of the prank they pulled on me when I first moved in, the one where they told me I had to move out. When I thought they'd decided I had to leave- I was an inconvenience. I nearly cried.

Of course, it had been a prank that time. And despite almost bringing me to tears and allowing my anxiety to peak for several minutes, we had a laugh once it was over. That wouldn't be happening this time.

The difference this time is all of us would be moving out. I would have to live alone- I didn't want to live alone. The thought scared me. My best friends were also my family. Filming together, looking out for each other- that's what I needed the most.

They looked out for me, took care of me- even through all the teasing and my 3rd-grade antics. I think that they love me, like I'm one of them, but sometimes I don't know. When I start to think that way, my state of mind becomes vulnerable, and malleable. It'd stayed like that for a while, and peaked on the night of this video.

I was stuck in my head all along our second drive to the Biltmore Hotel. The darkness outside fit my mood, and I'd been zoned out in the backseat for the majority of the ride. Eyes fixed on streetlights, picking at the lilac nail polish on my fingernails. We hadn't started filming yet.

Colby reached his hand up over his seat, from the front and back towards me. He turned to look at me. "You good, Jake? Been awfully quiet."

His deep, comforting voice brought me back to reality for a moment. I broke my gaze from the window and glanced at him, forcing up a half-smile and boyish giggle. I put my fingers in his for a second, before dropping them back to my lap. "Yeahhh, all good."

He smiled, shrugged and turned back to the front window as we pulled into the hotel, a parking garage surrounded by tile and rich-looking people and plants. My smile dropped as soon as he stopped looking, and I turned my eyes back to the window. I was less zoned-out now, more present. We pulled in, and Sam whipped out the camera.

"Are you ready boys?" Sam questioned once he began recording, looking at the rest of us.

"Why do you keep dragging us into these things, guys?" I spoke nonchalantly, laughing, though getting no response from the group. I propped my head up on my hands, and barely listened as they began talking. I didn't really care about the video, I wanted to go to bed and avoid the late hours. But I knew that wouldn't be happening.

I didn't really understand it, but I knew I wasn't in the best mindset for an "adventure" like this. Team Jake was retired for the moment. My head hurt, and while I auto-piloted through the hotel and exploration with Sam, Colby and Corey, we were at the room before I knew it.

A few things had happened, though it was mostly Sam and Corey overreacting to minor bumps and coincidences- events I entertained for the sake of their Youtube channel. I did believe in ghosts, but I didn't think they would communicate with us as often as we were looking for.

Eventually, the three began recording as I laid on the couch, curled up against the arm rest. The presidential suite was just as big, if not bigger than we'd expected it to be. I didn't really know how to feel about it, and my internal confusion was giving way to my more childish tendencies- trying to process the world without regressing mentally. I was always so lost.