Chapter 2

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Colby's POV
I close Sam's door and head back to my room. He's so cute when he is happy, WAIT. No Colby, Sam is your best friend. Remember that. I continue to unpack all of my things into my room. I pick up one of my boxes and the bottom rips, and everything falls out. "God dammit." I mumble.

I squat down and start to pick everything up. I come across a picture album. I turn it over to the front. Sam and Colby vs. the World. I smile and open it up. The first picture is me and Sam smiling next to each other with our instruments from band camp. "We were really childish." I say to myself and smile. I continue flipping pages. I get to one where me and Sam both have suits on. Underneath the picture says "Freshman Dance".

I remember that. No girls wanted to go with us so we just went together as best friends. People kept asking us if we where gay, but we kept telling them that we where there as best friends. I get to the end of the album and see a picture of me and Sam standing next to each other, in front of our car, leaving for California.

I miss that. I close the album and hide it in my closet. I don't know why I'm hiding it from Sam. I continue to go through the pile. I find a necklace box. I open it and quickly shut it. "Why do I still have this?" I say to myself. "Still have what?" I jump and turn around hiding the box behind my back. Sam walks in and stands in front of me with his arms crossed.

Whatchu got behind your back Colbs?" He points and smirks. "O-Oh it's no-nothing Sammy." I stutter and give a smile. He walks towards me and grabs my arm. He starts to wrestle me for the box. He flips me over onto my stomach and sits on top of me. "Come on Colby! Why can't I see what you have?" He asks.

"I'd rather not say. It's something from the past." I say. He stops trying to grab it. "Oh....sorry Colby. I didn't know." Sam says and gets off of me. He walks out of my room and shuts his door. Dammit Colby! Your so fucking stupid! I hide the box in my closet and continue to unpack.

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