Static /// Colby Brock

Use somebody (pt. 1)

Sabrina's POV

A few hours after Elton left, I took Vona and went on a walk to DUMBO. Bought myself a cup of coffee and a bagel in one of the small cafes and sat down. Vona knew (and still knows) DUMBO very well, so I let her off her leash to roam around for an hour or two while I had breakfast. I scrolled through my phone and saw a few messages from my friends here in Brooklyn and a message I didn't expect. It was from Lorna. I felt a smile spread on my face the second I saw the notification. The message read:

~ Hey Sab! Well, since you're too busy to come to LA and visit us, or even think about us, we decided to bring the LA party over to you in New York! We're coming tomorrow morning! 

PS: Could you help us choose a hotel, since neither of us have ever been to New York. Thanks!!!

XOXO~ 

My heart beat sky-rocketed. I was so excited that I unintentionally let out a squeal, which thankfully, nobody heard since everyone who was actually eating at the cafe was eating inside. Fools, they don't know how to appreciate the few good, sunny days we get in Brooklyn. After rereading the message a few times I typed and sent my response. 

~ You. Girls. Are. The. BEST!!! I can't believe you're coming TOMORROW! And fuck hotels, you're staying with me. I have a two story house with 4 bedrooms all to myself and my dog (don't worry, she's friendly). We're taking the party to Brooklyn, girls! Get ready to be amazed.

PS: I couldn't forget about you even if I wanted, so that statement is so BS. Also, what time is your flight? I'll come pick you up.

Can't wait to see you. Love you with all my heart ~

That's how I knew it would be an exciting week. What a start!

Colby's POV

It's safe to say Elton and I were not very friendly to each other, but not completely rude. Ignoring is key to not beating someone up. Though it was pretty hard to look at him without remembering what he had done and not wanting to punch him, just as payback if nothing else. I sat on one end of the couch while he sat on the other. Both facing away from each other, sitting in complete silence. I had quite a long list of things I wanted to say to him, so keeping my mouth shut and my temper at bay was incredibly difficult. 

- I'm sorry - I heard him say with a sigh

- A "sorry" isn't enough. Not even close to enough. You have no idea what you did, do you? You have no idea how much that changed the outcome for me and Sabrina, huh? Or maybe, you don't even care. Of course you don't, cause things are always supposed to go your way - there started the word river I was holding back so long. Since he opened his mouth first, I had nothing to blame myself for. He opened my mouth, so he better be ready for it. Spoiler alert, he wasn't.

- I know it wasn't right on my part. But it was for the..... - I didn't want to hear the ending of that sentence, so like anyone would do in such a situation, I cut him off:

- No, it wan't for the best!!! Stop hiding behind that statement already! Just face it! Face the fact that what you did was wrong and only made the matter worse!

He remained silent so I put my ongoing spitting of fire to a halt. 

- Just let us be, the way we know, the way we want to be - I said in a calm, almost pleading tone as I ran my hands through my hair.

- Fine. I see that anyone who isn't you or her can only make things worse. You two are the core of the problem and of the solution. You have chances, and I'm asking you like a concerned older brother to please take those chances and swerve this ordeal in a better lane. 

- I promise, I'll do everything I can - I said, slowly dragging my gaze upwards to look at him

He gave me a nod before exiting the room. Little did he know, I had actually taken a chance. I took the chance I had the previous night, the chance when my brain was missing a filter. When my thoughts were a mess and every word I said was true. My mind might have not been the clearest, but my intentions were. Apologizing, showing deep sorrow and longing. And I'm still confused to how I managed to do that in a less than 10 minute phone call. Not that I remember, but I rarely stay silent when I'm drunk. It's a problem to a certain degree. But in that case, that night, it was the type of release I had been looking for. Ever since she had left, I kept trying to call her while sober and drank till I passed out afterwards. I never tried combining the methods. We each had 50% of the solution, but the blind pride we carried never let us put those halves together. Elton's right. We were the problem and the solution. No one else, nothing more, nothing less. If only it was easy to solve a problem sober, with a phone call. That's not the ideal chance to take. Nothing like some heart to heart, eye to eye conversation to end the suffering that had been tormenting the two of us in the past 8 months. Elton would agree, I'm sure of it.