Lambo Boy | Solby

c h a p t e r t w e n t y - o n e

"C-Can S-Sam stay h-here to-tonight?" Colby sniffled, clutching my hand.
"No, Colby. Not with.. you know.." his dad sighed.
"I n-need him. P-please, dad?" His eyes were filled with tears again, threatening to fall.
"Fine," he sighed, sitting down on the sofa.
"T-thank you," he mumbled, pulling me upstairs. As soon as we got up there, he was silent.
"H-He's gone," he finally spoke.
"I know, baby, I know. You need your time to grieve," I sighed, pulling him into a hug.
"The last thing I did was refuse to pick him up. It's my fault. It's my fault he's dead," he breathed, his voice cracking.
"No, no no no. Do not blame this on yourself. I won't let you do that. This is not your fault, at all, Colby," I moved my arms from around him and looked him dead in the eye.
"But it is. If I picked him up, it would've never happened. He'd be alive," silent tears made their way down his face.
"If you picked him up, it could've happened to both of you. And then your dad and I would be.. well, broken. You can't blame yourself for this, baby. I love you, so so much, and I hate seeing you like this, it breaks my heart to see you blaming yourself and being upset. I just want you to feel happy and loved and safe. I love you so much," I wrapped my arms back around him, tears brimming at my eyes.
"I love you too," he sobbed, finally making noise as he cried. I let the tears fall, sniffling softly.
"Don't you start crying as well," he giggled slightly, sniffling as he did so, hugging me tighter.
"I'm sorry, I hate seeing you like this," I sniffled one last time and sighed, holding him tightly in my arms.
"I need to stop blaming myself and try to be a bit more positive about this, so my m-mental health doesn't go downhill, and so you don't get upset by seeing me upset," he sniffled one last time, wiping his eyes and nose as he squeezed me.
"I don't want you to feel like you have all of this pressure on you, baby," I sighed, moving his red hair out of his face.
"It'll be hard, but I need to do it. For the better, and for the future," he nodded slowly, understanding what he was saying.
"D'you wanna go to sleep, baby boy?" I asked, stroking his cheek with the back of my hand.
"Mhm," he nodded, suddenly realising how tired he was.
"Get out of your clothes, babe," I kissed his cheek and he nodded again, taking his clothes off. He walked over to his wardrobe in only his boxers, grabbing one of my hoodies which he'd stolen. It was a white supreme one, which went down to about mid thigh on him. He looked adorable. I quickly took my clothes off down to my boxers, him laying down.
"I love you," I sighed, laying next to him.
"I love you more," he yawned, quickly nodding off.
"How on earth did I end up with the perfection of Colby Brock?" I kissed his cheek incredibly softly, making sure not to wake him.

"No, dad! You don't understand how much I need him," Colby's voice from downstairs woke me up - I must've fell asleep. I opened my eyes and listened intently.
"You can't keep bringing him here, Colby, it's not good for your relationship. I know you love him, and he loves you, and that is so very clear, but you need to take breaks from spending time together. Even if it's just for a night. To keep going how strong you two are, you need to take little breaks. I'm glad you've found someone that makes you as happy as he does, I really am. And I want it to stay that way. So please, just take my advice," his dad sighed. And I had to agree with him. If we continued to spend every second together, there was bound to be an argument or something.

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It's Halloween bitchessssssss. And I'm so sorry I've not uploaded in ages, this chapter was hard to write man.