Static /// Colby Brock

Real classy, Brock

Colby's POV

It took me a while to program my brain into believing that the girl I was head-over-heels for had agreed to spend the rest of her life with me. And I didn't even have to bribe or beg her! And what was even harder for me to do was not announce it to the entire Solar System. Sabrina had to stand aside, laughing her ass off while I was screaming at the top of my lungs on the edge of one of the small cliffs. Sunken City was the first to hear of the 'Happily Ever After' we had planned for ourselves. Up until that point we were really careful with each other, as if we were fragile, porcelain dolls. As if our feelings, hearts were fragile. And I bet they really were. We followed a set of rules. which I find extremely dumb, now that I'm looking back at it. 
But after that moment, we forgot how fragile we can be. How insecure and unstable we have always been and always will be, but at least not with each other. 

It took a lot of strength to not correct the boys when they'd call Sabrina my girlfriend. On the inside, I was screaming 'FIANCEE! SHE'S MY FIANCEE!!'

That night, as I laid in bed, some odd close or after midnight, I stopped believing it. It felt like a dream. Like we were in the Matrix. 

'Wishful thinking, Colby. That wasn't real. That was wishful thinking.' I tried convincing myself, despite wanting it to be the complete opposite.

I knew I wasn't gonna fall asleep with that question on my mind. So, as any good boyfriend, I woke Sabrina up at 1 AM.

- Brock? What's wrong? - We could be married with kids, she would still choose to call me 'Brock' rather than 'babe' or something else of that nature.

- Hey, um, I had this dream.....-I stopped to formulate my sentence a bit better - I mean, I don't actually know if it was a dream or not.

- Aha - she groaned into the pillow, still half-asleep - tell me all about it.

- I proposed to you in Sunken City.

Silence fell upon the room. I was honestly confused due to her lack of a response. 

- Sab? - the arm I had around her tightened around her waist - Was it a dream?

I felt her squirming under the weight of my arm, so I let go of her. She rolled over so she was facing me.

- You're so weird, Brock - she smiled, shaking her head slightly

Before I could respond to her analysis with something snarky or sarcastic, she shifted, pulling her left arm out from under the covers. She showed me the back of her hand and waited for a response.

- You know I can't see anything, right? It's pitch black. - I rolled my eyes

She lifted up. I felt her getting a bit further away from me. Seconds later, I came eye-to-eye with something so bright and shiny, I had to look away from it.

- Does this answer your question, Brock? - her hands dropped in her lap.

She played with the ring, turning it so it would loosen. The ring easily slipped and fell off her finger onto the covers. I took it, holding it so the light from the lamp hit it perfectly. It was beautiful. I felt really proud of my choice. And then I looked at her. She was analyzing me, the way I was admiring the small loop of white gold, decorated with a diamond. Suddenly, it looked cheap, plastic. I know how cheesy it sounds, but it's true. The ring next to her seemed not worthy. Not worthy to be worn by her.

- I should've gotten a better one - I murmured, more to myself than to her

- Why would you say that? - her eyebrows furrowed, with confusion and concern