camila left this morning.
i didn't leave my room until she left the house.
me and colby walked out of our rooms at the same time making eye contact as we stood in our door frames.
"hey sammy" colby said and smiled.
it gets me every time. that nickname.
i could only bring myself to a smile.
my voice was raspy from the countless sobs all night.
we stood for a second in silence.
"hungry?" colby asked.
i nodded and followed colby out of our rooms, down the stairs, and to the kitchen.
it didn't look like anyone else was home. just me and colby.
"what do you want?" colby asked energetic.
i shrugged, putting a frown on colbys face.
"are you gonna talk sam?" he asked.
again i shrugged.
"i can't take this sam. what's wrong with you?" colby raised his voice a little.
"nothing." i mumbled.
"sam you've been drifting from me and i can't figure out why." colby said.
"colby i couldn't explain it." i said quietly.
colby looked furious.
he was getting upset about little things.
"colby you haven't really had time for me. you've had camila so i don't know why you're so worried." i scoffed.
"i don't love her sam. she's only there to keep me from thinking about someone else!" he yelled.
colbys pov
i've raised my voice a little to loudly looking a shocked expression on sams face.
"who?" sam asked.
"who are you trying not to think about?"
i wanted so badly to tell sam it was him.
"it's none of your business." i said.
"colby. i'm your best friend please tel-"
"i don't have time for you sam! drop it!" i cut him off raising my voice higher then last time.
sam looked hurt.
"you don't have time for me?" sam asked softly.
"i didn't-"
"no. you don't have time for me colby. it's fine." he said getting up out of his chair and running to his room.
i followed him up there trying to talk to him.
third person
every since the friends argument, sam had kept himself locked in his room.
it's been four days.
colby grew worried and tried so often to get colby to let him in the room.
each time, sam ignored and continued to stare at his wall in silence.
colby grew more and more worried.
"sammy let me in." colby begged jiggling the door handle for the third time this hour.
you don't have time for me colby, the blonde thought.
colby sat by sams door for three days. the first day he hadn't been worried.
but after that he realized sam wasn't coming out of his room and he didn't want to miss the opportunity if he did.
corey would bring colby food, insisting he should eat.
each time, colby would slide the plate under the door for samuel, who would leave it be.
there were six plates of food slowly rotting by sams door.
sam had refused to even get up.
"please sam. let me in." colby begged only to once more, get no response.
