Static /// Colby Brock

A huge mistake

Sabrina's POV

- Calm down! Listen to me, damn it! - Austin gently shook my shoulders to stop my rambling which started the moment I opened the front door for him.

I stopped mid-sentence and took a deep breath. He took that as a sign that I wouldn't crumble to pieces if let go of me. He cautiously did and turned around to lock the front door. He took my hand and led me to the living room.

I had this half scared, half calm expression with slightly wide eyes. I could do nothing but breathe and blink. I sat down on the couch and felt it dip when he too sat down. I reclaimed my 1000 yard stare which I had before I heard the doorbell ring.

- OK now, begin telling me what happened. - Austin touched my shoulder as if to tell me to look at him.

- I thought about it for a short moment...... - I said, staring right through him - Then I got drunk and felt like it was the right thing to do without further thought.

- Well, maybe it is the right thing. The right thing for you both.

- No. No! Everything I think of while I'm drunk just can't be right. - I shook my head, tangling my hand in my hair

- Don't you find it weird how you're the most honest while drunk? - he raised an eyebrow at me

I thought about it for a few seconds, staring at the TV that wasn't even on. - I called you here to change my mind, not to encourage me.

- Well, you called the wrong person. I'm not a liar and you're not a fool. - He said with a small smile. I could tell he was being really cautious about the whole situation. As though I was a wild animal that could attack him at any moment. - You know what?

I shook my head again, silently telling him to continue - You need to drink more often.

And with that, despite it all, I started laughing.

*Two days later*

Colby's POV

- You sure you don't wanna come? - Sam asked me as he peered in my room from the doorway

- Positive - I replied with a monotone voice, not even bothering to look up from my phone screen

- OK, suit yourself - Sam straightened his posture and gave me a short wave - Later.

- Later - I replied the same as before

The guys had made plans to go out earlier that afternoon. I was invited, of course but I turned them down, as usual. That didn't stop them from inviting me every time, despite knowing I would say "no" every time.

I took my attention off my phone long enough to hear the front door open and close. I returned my gaze to my phone with a sigh. I hated the way I acted, I absolutely hated it. But, no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't change it. It was ridiculous.

20 minutes or so had passed at that point, when I heard the doorbell ring. I was so deep in thought, I jumped at the sound. I shook my head to focus my vision before standing up and heading downstairs. I just assumed Sam or Jake had forgotten something, so I felt more annoyed than curious at the fact that there was someone outside my door unexpected and unannounced. Just as I was gonna reach the door, I suddenly started feeling sick. The whole scene seemed too familiar. It was as though I was experiencing deja vu. My mind tore in half. One part wanted me to open that door and see what my heart wanted to see. While the other part wanted me to go back upstairs to take a breath. I sided with the first part and hurried to the door.

When I touched the door knob, I pulled my hand back as if I had burnt myself. A sigh and a deep breath later, I regained my confidence and swung the door open.

- Why do you open doors the same way characters in horror movies open shower curtains? - Elton asked

I just then realized that my eyes were wide. I blinked a couple times, searching for my composure.

- You forgot something? - I asked, ignoring his question

- No, something came up that required me being at home - he passed by me

My gaze followed him as I raised a suspicious eyebrow at him. - OK - I said, my tone carrying the same distrust as my facial expression.

He sat down on the couch, propping his feet up on the coffee table. He pulled out his phone and ignored me standing in the middle of the room, looking at him. I gave up eventually, seeing how he clearly wasn't planning to even look at me, let alone explain the whole situation. I sat down on the far end away from Elton.

Not 10 minutes later, the doorbell rang. Elton quickly got up to answer the door. Was he expecting a guest? - I remember thinking. It seemed odd. Elton usually warned us beforehand if he was planning on having a guest over.

I quickly lost interest and returned my attention to my phone. I didn't look up even when I heard the two pairs of footsteps.

- Someone's here to see you - Elton told me before one pair of footsteps went up the stairs

I froze, the sickness returned to my stomach. My gaze was still fixated on my phone with a 1000 yard stare. I was afraid. I was hopeful. I was lost. A mess of emotions that nearly made me throw up burned my stomach and clawed at my throat.

- Colby? - I recognized that voice

I didn't know how to react, what to do? My head turned on its own and my gaze lifted up to see the small girl standing at the entrance to the living room.

What are you doing here? Why are you here? How long have you been in LA without me knowing it? What gives you the right to disturb my peace so abruptly? Why didn't you come sooner? Why do I wanna hug you? Why do I hate you so much right now? Why do I wanna hug you and never let? What are all these conflicting thoughts and emotions? What are you doing to me?

All those questions were slowly suffocating me, yet I couldn't say a damn thing. I just silently stood up and made two steps in her direction and stopped in my tracks as if I was regaining control over my body.

- Listen, it took me a while to make the decision to come here. So, please just hear me out. Maybe what happened in Vegas was a mistake. Maybe everything we did to each other. I've lost you three times already. And every single one of those times crippled me. Those times were the ones that left me questioning myself. Questioning us. If we were just not meant to be. And I know we're both equally to blame. We both didn't give the other a chance at some point. But right now, I'm asking you to give me a chance. This move I made can be one of two things. A way to fix us or a huge mistake. - she finished her speech with a sigh. It seemed like she said all that in one breath.

I made a few steps towards her without meaning to. I felt rage spread throughout my whole body. I clenched my fists tightly and clenched my jaw. She was talking about "giving chances"? She had no right to talk about chances when she gave me one that ended up not being real. She led me on and where did I end up? In a ditch. I ended up at the bottom of the same ditch I found myself in the very first time I had to let go of her. And I was not ready to forgive her for that.

I was about 3 feet away from her at this point. I let my hurt side take over and placed no boundaries for it.

- It's a huge mistake - I said coldly, staring her dead in the eye.

I could basically see her heart shatter, just like mine.

Now we're equal, Sabrina. Now we're equal.