I woke up to a text from Colby. I decided I would go and see him since I've been busy lately and I had the time. I texted him back and told him I was coming over and threw on this...
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And did some light makeup. I curled my hair just enough so it had a nice wave to it. I grabbed my backpack purse and anything else I needed. I hopped in my car and drove to the traphouse.
*TIME SKIP*
Colby's car was the only one in the driveway, meaning nobody else was home, I was starting to think about why Colby REALLY wanted me over. (A/N): (I'm so sorry if you didnt get what I was getting at lol) Colby also hadn't answered any of my texts, it didn't even show that he'd read them. I texted him that I was coming, when I was on my way, and when I was almost there. It was very strange for him to not answer my texts, but I just let it go. "COLBY!" I yelled as I walked in. It was hella quiet. Had he fallen asleep? Or was he editing with his headphones on? I ran upstairs and his room, it was empty. I checked the whole upstairs and I kept yelling his name, but alas, I couldn't find my boy. I ran down stairs and what I saw made me freeze, scream, and run into the kitchen. A dead Colby laid on the tile floor, or so I thought... "COLBY!" I yelled falling onto the ground. There was "blood" surrounding Colby, as well as a "blood" smeared knife laying next to him. He didn't even look like he was breathing. I didn't look in the kitchen when I first got to the house so I didn't even see him. "COLBY! PLEASE WAKE UP! COLBY!" I cried out, but to no avail, he didn't move a muscle. "Please no! No no NO! Come on." I shook him. I then began to sob. "COLBY GET UP! COLBY GET U...." I tried to yell out again, but I lost the ability to when I was choked up by tears. I went over by his head and set it in my lap. I looked at his "blood" covered shirt and just kept crying. The cabinets were all splattered with "blood". Had a roommate done this? Had a fan gone mad? Was this a robbery gone wrong? These thoughts all swirled around in my head as I bawled harder and harder. I ran my hand threw his hair, my hand getting covered in "blood". I reached for my phone in my back pocket to call for help. "COLBY! PLEASE WAKE UP! I NEED YOU TO WAKE UP! I CAN'T DO LIFE WITHOUT YOU PLEASE GET UP.. you're my everything.." I wail out and my voice fades near the end as the tears choke me up. I opened my phone and as I began to dial 911, a hand grabbed my wrist. I looked down and shrieked as I saw Colby with his eyes open, and that signature smile on his face. I jumped up screaming, dropping my phone. I covered my mouth to see Colby start to sit up, laughing. "YOU'VE GOT TO BE FUCKING KIDDING ME COLBY! WHAT THE FUCK!" A prank. Are you fucking kidding me. Really?
"Baby, It's a prank!" He stood up, almost slipping in what I now realized to be fake blood.
"I see that you asshole." I was trying to calm down, but it wasn't working that well. Colby laughed at my comment as he retrieved the camera he's hidden in a cabinet below the sink. He was able to get the cabinet to open enough so that he could get a good view of the prank, while propping the cabinet door on the camera. How did I not see that? "I THOUGHT YOU FUCKING DIED COLBY!" He was filming me and laughing at this point so I turned around to walk out of the house.
"Okay, okay, wait, stop, come here." He got serious set the camera down on the counter and caught up to me, he grabbed me by my shoulders and spun me around to face him. My mascara was running, tears were still streaming down my face, and I was sniffling so hard as I tried to catch my breath.
I was upset because everything seemed so real and I thought I had lost my best friend. I was also really embarrassed at that point because I actually believed his stupid prank.
I didn't even want to look at him, but he forced me to after he used his thumb and index finger to push up my chin. "I'm okay, I'm sorry, Angel." He grabbed me and pulled me into a hug. I couldn't not hug him back, not 1 minute prior I thought he was dead. I cried into his shoulder, hard. He started to hold me tighter, and did the whole "shh, it's okay." Stuff until I calmed way down. Once I was at the point where I was way more chilled out, he convinced me to also do a quick outro with him, basically where he was all lovey dovey and huggy. He was kissing my cheek multiple times during this outro to not only show me that he was sorry, but to show the viewers that he KNEW he messed up. He turned off his camera, and went to turn off the other camera that he had rolling, that was located outside of the kitchen, up against the wall, and on the floor to the left of the stairs. I didn't even know he had that one there until he turned it off.
"I'm going to shower." I spoke, pissed that I was covered in fake blood.
"Ooo, can I join?" He sounded all excited.
"Fuck you." I half joked, half not really joked as I walked towards the stairs. He chuckled and began to clean up his mess.
When I got out of the shower, I put on one of Colby's t-shirts, and a pair of his sweatpants. The pants were so big on me that I had to tie the strings on them really tight. I trotted downstairs to see a still "bloody" Colby finishing cleaning the floor and cabinets. I went into the kitchen and leaned up against the counter on the other side.
"Lookin' good, pretty lady." Colby sprung up from the other side of the counter and made his way towards me.
"Not that I would care if you cared, but since my outfit that I wore over here is covered in fake blood, I had to wear your clothes." I crossed my arms.
"Well, I'm not mad for two reasons, one being that you look wayyy better in my clothes than I do, and two," He places his hands on my hips. "If you're wearing my clothes, you're probably not that mad anymore, or at least you won't stay mad." He smirked at me as I tried to keep a straight face, it didn't work. We both started laughing and he wrapped his arms around my waist. I wrapped my arms around his neck and put my head against his chest. The fake blood on him was all dried up by now so I wasn't worried about getting any on me.
"That was mean, Colby, I thought I lost my best friend, I thought I lost my boy." I looked up at him and he looked down at me.
"I know, Cutie, I'm sorry. But the views.." I looked at him with that "really?" Look and he started laughing.
"I'm kidding, I'm kidding. I am sorry, I won't do something that mean again. I promise." He kissed my forehead.
"You better not." I mumbled. He snickered quietly and gave me a peck on the lips. "I love you too much to put you through that again."
"Well, that's good, I love you too." I replied, smiling from ear to ear.
