Only the Lonely Survive // Colby Brock

chapter twenty-three: i'm hung up, i'm shook up, i'm love struck

DAY 14/14

Out of all the days I spent in California, this last one was going to be the worst.

I woke up to Colby lying in bed with me, his eyes shut and his body relaxed. My head was on his chest and his arms were tightly wrapped around me.

How could I leave this?

I reached for my phone on the nightstand, seeing a message from Casey.

Casey: im staying over brennen's. he's gonna drive me to the airport in the morning. can colby drive you?

I lazily typed out my response.

Skye: yeah. we can meet up at tsa.

I buried my head back into Colby's chest, tightening my hold on him.

I knew I had to get up soon, but every second spent in bed with him felt like hours. I felt so safe and warm.

I finally woke Colby up, his eyes slowly opening. He immediately looked into mine, a sad look appearing on his face.

"Hi Skye." He whispered.

I frowned. "Hi Colby."

"What time do you gotta go?" He asked, relaxing his body back against my pillows.

"We got three hours. I have to shower and finish packing up. Plus... traffic." I replied.

"So, we have to get up now, huh." He mumbled.

I nodded. "Yep."

A tiny smile came to his face. "...Five more minutes?"

"Sounds good." I agreed.

He took a deep breath, his arms staying tight around my form. His one hand moved from my waist and slowly stroked my hair. I pressed my lips to his cheek, placing my head back down. I could hear his heartbeat, slow and steady.

Fuck... I'm gonna miss him so much.

Once we finally decided to move, I got up and took a shower. When I finished, I packed all of my products away. I walked into my room and picked out my outfit for the plane ride: some sweatpants, comfy sneakers, and a muscle shirt.

"I want to give you this." Colby stated.

I turned to him. Held in his hand was his hoodie, the one he wore last night. It was a black Take Chances sweatshirt.

"Wait, you want to give this to me?" I gasped.

"Yeah. I have plenty at home." He chuckled.

"Babe..." I sighed happily.

I took the sweatshirt from his hands, wrapping my arms around him and embracing him. "This is so sweet."

"I'd figure you'd want it anyway. Isn't that the cliché thing girlfriends do?" He joked, pulling away.

I smirked. "I guess so."

After I was done packing, I walked through the house and made sure nothing was left behind by me or Casey. As I cleared the rooms, Colby stood at the front door with my suitcase and carry-on.

"You ready?" He raised an eyebrow at me.

I huffed. "As I'll ever be."

The ride to the airport felt too short, even though it took over an hour. We listened to music along the way, singing and laughing at each other. Colby held my hand for most of the ride, his thumb rubbing mine softly.