Static /// Colby Brock

What fate wants

Colby's POV

It felt like forever until I was sitting in Elton's car, on my way to the airport. There were a few times I thought I wasn't gonna make it to Vegas. First, Phoebe hated the idea of me going. We kept convincing each other for two days before she finally, reluctantly agreed. Then, she hated the idea of me going alone. She tried to convince me that I would have a better time if she came along, which I greatly doubted. I remained polite, even too polite as I tried to reject her and turn down the "offer" which seemed more like an order. Then came my own doubts.

~ What the hell are you gonna do in Vegas all alone? It's not like you know anyone there!

That thought process of mine was actually correct, which bothered me most. I really didn't know anybody in Vegas. My expectations were fairly low. And the fact that I had this uneasy feeling on the day of the trip didn't help either. That all changed when I stepped on the plane. I felt as though I had left everything that caused that uneasy feeling behind. When the plane took off I felt myself being taken further and further away from my problems. Despite the thought that I would probably spend a week alone hanging around bars, I felt like Vegas was waiting for me with open arms. Not Vegas itself, something, or rather, someone was there. Like a magnetic energy pulling me closer to the city. I made a pact with myself that I wasn't gonna regret a thing I did after I set my foot on stable ground. That included: getting drunk, losing a bunch of money in a casino, kissing a stranger, etc.

The sun caressed my skin softly when I walked outside the airport. The temperature seemed about the same as in LA. I was not a huge fan of the scorching hot weather but the one I came face to face with in Vegas was pleasant and tolerable. Scratch that, by the time I arrived at the hotel, I nearly had a heat stroke. The temperatures seemed to just keep rising a little too high for my taste and a little too quickly. Thankfully, the hotel lobby was pure heaven thanks to the blasting A/C. It was enough to assure me I wasn't gonna faint. I had spent nearly an hour in the hotel after my arrival: taking a shower, changing, eating and overall chilling when I remembered that I had an overly-concerned girlfriend in LA, waiting for me to call and tell her I had landed safely. I dialed her number and bit my lip, expecting a real nightmare to occur once she picked up. My expectations fell in the water, however, when her phone was picked up by a guy whose voice I didn't recognize.

- Hello? - the guy sounded just as I was planning to sound. Confused and borderline angry, that is. I didn't know what to think.

- Who am I talking to? - I asked, using the tone I just described

- I'm Tyler. And who are...... - he began to ask me for my name, presumably, when the sound of a door opening and a female voice I was familiar with called out.

- Babe, who is it?! - it was Phoebe

"Babe"?! What the fucking hell?!

- I don't know, I was just about to ask him his name.......... - his sentence was cut short by some shuffling on the other side of the line

- Oh, Colby?! I'm so sorry! I swear to go, I can explain. It's not what it looks like I... - Phoebe got cut off for a change, when I hung up with what I assume was the silliest expression I've ever had.

Eyes wide, jaw hanging in surprise, somehow forming something close to a grin. A really terrifying grin, if I might add. What's even more terrifying, I started laughing. I was so used to ending relationships that this didn't even bother me. I just threw my phone on the bed and resumed flipping through the variety of channels on the TV in my room. Vegas isn't a city you should explore during the day, that's a fact. With that in mind, I set an alarm for 5 PM, looked at the time ( 3 PM ) and got comfortable on the king sized bed. Before falling asleep, I sent one last message to Phoebe.