The Traphouse // c.b & b.t

Confessions

"What's going on out there?" I interrogate Franny as she closes her bedroom door behind her.

"It's nothing, we're just hanging out." Franny crosses her arms and smiles.

"That is not just hanging out." I point at her.

She smacks my hand away. "Its rude to point."

"It doesn't matter," she says. "What matters is that you ditched me at the party last night and then come home the next day like this! What happened?"

I debate if i should even tell Franny what happened. It didn't mean anything, but she will keep nudging at it.

"It doesn't matter." I mock her with a smirk.

"Candyyyy tell me." She whines.

"Only if you tell me what's going on out there with Bobby?"

We sit in silence for a solid minute. I know she's debating on whether she should really come clean, but she really wants to know where I've been.

"Fine." She gives in and I smile widely.

"So you guys are on a date?" I press.

"We're trying it." She responds. "Everyone says that we should be together and that some people already think we're a couple so."

She shrugs her shoulders.

"But do you like Bobby? Does he like you? Or are you guys just testing the waters?"

She sighs. "I kind of like him, I mean he's practically my best friend."

"Hey!" I pout.

"Best GUY friend!" She laughs. I shake my head but then continue to laugh with her.

"We have great chemistry." Franny continues.

"I've always said it." I wink. "You guys would be good together."

"Okay but don't tell anyone!" She says putting her hand up. "No one knows and if nothing happens it wouldn't make sense to tell a bunch of people."

I nod my head and agree.

"Okay." She slowly walks over to me. "You have to tell me where you've been."

She's standing in front of me, looking down at me sitting on the bed.

"It's so embarrassing." I reply. "Are you sure you want to know?"

Her head nods up and down drastically.

I told her everything that happened last night, up until this morning with Devyn. Her jaw is dropped, the entire time.

"Holy shit." Is all she musters.

"Yeah." I smile slightly, realizing how stupid I look.

"That really is embarrassing, but," she grins. "You fucking slept with Colby Brock."

"Why do you say it like I achieved a medal or something!?" I scoff and she laughs.

"Eeevvverrryoonnneee wants to be with Colby, he's such a chick magnet," she continues. "Lots of girls, and even some guys, would love to be in your position. Even if that means vomiting everywhere."

I stare at her with disbelief.

"I'm not wrong." She crosses her arms and leans against the door.

"Don't you have a date waiting for you?" I try to change the subject and Her eyes widen.

"Oh shit I was so invested in your terrible love life that I forgot about mine right out in the living room." She bolts out the door.

I lay back on Frannys bed, my head swirling with thoughts.

Am I lucky to have been with Colby last night? I mean personally I don't think so. He is really attractive, but I don't think I would ever date him, like ever. Like I said, I don't need a relationship at all right now.