peeking ~ colby x reader ~

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-colby's p.o.v.-

"you have got to stop stalking her instagram, colby. i know you have a crush but this is getting scary." sam said to me as we were packing up the car with all our camera equipment from filming. 

"its not just a crush, i think its love," i say, doing my weird lovey dovey pose, "i'm just kidding broooooo, take a freaking jokeeeeee." i say to sam. 

"colby, stop. it's not funny." sam gave me a scowl

"jeez, sorry." 

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-sam's p.o.v-

i don't think that colby knows i sorta like y/n too. it's not that i like her that much, she just is really pretty and kind n stuff. i still like katrina so much, not like there is any competition. 

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-y/n's p.o.v.-

"stop being so scared," eliza says to me through the phone, "they're just cool people who happen to be youtubers and you're now friends with them." eliza is my best friend of almost two years. i haven't met her in person yet, but when i have enough money from youtube i'm gonna go fly out and see her. 

" i know but--"

"colby," she finishes my sentence for me, "you know that's why you're freaking out." 

this time i'll impress them. 

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time passes and its finally 4 pm. every second that it gets past, i get more worried that they just said they were gonna come over and then ditch me to do something else. 

at 4:15, i finally hear the door. 

"they're here," i say to eliza, "i gotta go, love you." i get a 'love you' back and then hang up the phone. 

i run to open the door. every longer moment i take to reach the door, they knock on the door harder. then i hear the dreaded, "y/n, this is the los angeles police. please open the door." 

fucking cock sucking twat waffles. 

"hold for just one moment please, i need to get a shirt on." i say, throwing in a light chuckle. 

before i know it, i'm at the door, opening it up. 

"y/n y/m/n y/l/n, you are under arrest, please turn around and show us your wrists." 

fuck.

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i can't believe i'm here. i can't FUCKING believe i'm here. never would i ever think i'd be here. 

"you can have one phone call a day, use this one wisely." says the cop holding me. 

"yes of course, sir," i say, "i should not be too long." i grab the phone and start dialing numbers. 

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-colby's p.o.v.-

"you're getting a call," yelled sam from across the house, "it's from y/n! better answer!" SHIT! i think. 

i grab my phone from sam and answer the call. 

"colby, thank fucking god you answered. i need you to get to the LAPD police station as soon as possible, no time to explain, just get here," she says. 

"why?" 

"i said no time to explain!" 

"o-ok...see you there then..." she hangs up the phone immediately. 

"colby, what the fuck was that about?" said sam. 

"y/n told me to get to the LAPD police station asap. we need to go." i say, running to grab my keys. 

"wait colby!" yells sam, "let me grab my hoodie!" by the time he says this, i'm already half way out the door to my car. 

when sam finally gets in the car, i say "let's fucking go" and get going. 

y/n. you have so FUCKING much to explain. i say to myself.