Static /// Colby Brock

I knew a girl/boy once....

Colby's POV

I'm a weak person. I honestly didn't want to call Phoebe, I didn't want to lead her on. I didn't wanna give her false hope, seeing how I saw someone else when looking at her. From the little info I remember of the night we met I can tell you that her and Sabrina are polar opposites. Sabrina hated getting her nails done and dressing up while the previously mentioned activities were Phoebe's life. Sabrina was really quiet and in-closed yet still outspoken and open with the people she was attached to. I don't know how better to explain it than "An open book that's hard to read for ones who don't understand the language". I felt special knowing I could read her and analyze her properly. See her, the real her. But I'm getting off track here, let's go back to how I'm a weak person and I couldn't resist the urge to call Phoebe and set up a coffee date, if you can even call it a date. It was seriously not worth it, seeing how horrible I felt afterwards. I took a cold shower and contained myself from punching a wall, mirror or my face. The "date" was scheduled for 1 PM and I was still debating weather I should cancel the whole thing at 12:30. I decided against the idea of being an even bigger jerk than I already was and left my house at at 12:45, telling the roommates I had something important to do. They didn't question it any further, seeing how they had gotten used to me appearing and disappearing at random times. They thought I was mature enough to make my own decisions. They were partly right, I did make my own decisions but they were all terrible and I honestly cannot remember a single one I didn't regret afterwards. 

When I got to the cafe, I was relieved to see that Phoebe hadn't arrived yet. I picked a table I knew Sabrina would've liked (yeah, a part of me was oh so falsely convinced I was going on a date with Sabrina. Stupid, I know) and sat down. The window was close by so I spaced out while looking out at the sidewalk. I came back to reality when I saw Phoebe getting out of her car, heading for the entrance of the cafe. She seemed a lot more.....normal. She was dressed casually in a pair of ripped jeans and a hoodie, her blond hair in a ponytail and her acrylic nails were missing. The bright pink fake nails were replace with her real ones, painted a light shade of blue. She resembled Sabrina even more now, not that they looked alike in any way, I was just losing my mind, honestly.

- Hey Colby - she shook my hand and took a seat opposite me

- Hi - I found my voice at last and replied

- I honestly didn't expect you to call me - she said, moving her gaze down to look at the table instead of me

- Why? You regret giving me your number? - I said with a slight smile, my mind battling weather I want the answer to be a "yes" or a "no".

- No, not at all. I just thought you wouldn't remember the events of last night - she shrugged, a smile tugging at her lips again

I chuckled, showing her the back of my hand which still had traces of her phone number.

- To be honest, I failed to remember anything until I saw this - I pointed at my hand

I saw she blushed and looked back down at the table.

- God knows how drunk I was last night, I don't usually give out my number to strangers I meet in bars. You must've left a really good impression on me.

- I'm glad I did.

From then on the conversation gets a bit foggy up until the point when she asked me a certain question.

- So, you seem like the heart-breaker type, tell me, how many hearts have you broken? 

I stopped to think for a second. I didn't know how to formulate the answer to be logical. How was I supposed to explain to her that the heartbreak was mutual.