Hayden
I laid on the couch, thinking about everything and nothing while friends were playing in the background. When suddenly Amanda walked inside the apartment, scaring the shit out of me. "Dude, what the hell?" I asked and looked at her with wide eyes.
"Alright so." Amanda started, I already had a feeling about what this was about, but got kinda curious anyway. "I got us fake ID's, I know you have had a really shitty time lately. So I thought it would be fun for us to go out and don't think about anything else than what shot we should get." Amanda stood there with wide eyes, looking like a crazy person.
I scratched the back of my neck nervously. "I haven't had a drink of alcohol in ages, I don't want to die tonight." I said with a sly smirk on my face. Amanda's eyes got even more wide, if that even is possible.
"Holy fuck yes!" She yelled and tackled me with a hug. I burst out laughing and soon enough... we were laughing the a couple of maniacs. I can't stress this enough when I tell you that we actually got a complaint once for laughing. That old lady moved though, so after that the complaints have been minimal.
Later that night
I stood in front of the mirror, hating what I was seeing. I looked slutty, a short, black dress that ended on the middle of my tight. And that's not the worst part, I have to wear high heels.
You know, I've never really been that type of a girl who likes dresses, and having to wear one while clubbing is going to be a disaster.
"You look good, stop looking like you have to throw up!" Amanda yelled at me and threw a pillow in my face. I stopped looking in the mirror for a moment and gave her a amused look.
"Alright I'm going to stop, but tell me again why I'm dressed like this? My own clothes would be fine." I said and sat down on my bed, already exhausted and reconsidering going to a club.
I mean, is this even appropriate to do? I just lost my baby a few weeks ago and now I'm going clubbing. It sure as hell don't feel good, but I already said yes, so I guess I gotta suck it up.
"Because I said so, but our Uber is here." Amanda said and looked down at her phone. We both picked up our purses and headed out. As I walked past Colby's apartment, I couldn't help but wonder what he was doing.
When we got inside the Uber Amanda kept rambling on about Caleb for some reason, I had a hard time trying to listen because she was talking for so long. But apparently she had some sort of a crush on him, but he wasn't interested in a relationship. Long story short, they don't talk anymore.
"You know, let's just have fun tonight and not think about boys." I turned to look at her, she nodded in agreement. I thanked god she stopped talking, because at this point she was just talking gibberish.
"Yeah, I can't wait to go out again. Remember how much we used to party in New York?" Amanda smiled at the memories.
"I miss it so much, sometimes I wonder what would've happened if I never moved to LA." I told her and she chuckled.
"Probably would move in with me and things would probably be the same, except a few small details." She said and gave me a weird look, I just laughed at that. She don't really know what to say about the baby and all of that. But I don't blame her.
People around me have been very careful when they mention my miscarriage, but now I'm on a better path. I feel like things are finally getting better and I'm more happy now. It's hard to let it go, but I can't be depressed for the rest of my life, I have to start living again. So this might actually be good for me.
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Next Door // Colby Brock BOOK TWO
FanfictionBook two of the Colby Brock series! "I didn't think I would ever get the chance to look at you, touch you or even... kiss you again." • I suggest you read the first book called "Across the street" before reading this. Copyright © CandyStiles May 2019