Sometimes Pain's the Only Way that We Can Learn || ✖️Solby✖️

Chapter 1

((A/N: this chapter starts off in Colby's point of view, switches to Sam's and then back to Colby's))

It was barely 1 P.M. on Saturday afternoon. I had woken up only two hours before, yet I already felt the familiar burn running down my throat. Alcohol, the only thing numbing the pain I was feeling right now.

I suddenly heard a ruckus outside in the hallway and groaned. Who in their right mind would bother Colby Brock at this hour?

I cracked the door opened slightly and glanced outside. Someone was moving in right next to me. I opened the door more to investigate, forgetting my hair was messy, I was only wearing sweat pants, and that I was slightly drunk.

In the hallway stood a guy who looked my same age, jiggling the door handle and muttering to himself.

I didn't bother talking to him because I knew exactly what was going on, this place has faulty locks and it often takes some effort to unlock the door.

I went back to my room and sat down on the couch, pressing the whiskey bottle to my lips and wallowing in my sorrows.
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Next door, Sam Golbach has finally gotten the door to unlock and there he stood in the door, checking the place out.
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Because it's such a long distance, I had flown here and all of my things wouldn't be arriving until the next day. So for now, I'd have to chill on what was already in the apartment.

There wasn't much, except for the TV and couch. I sat down on it and turned on the TV to let it play in the background. It suddenly hit me just how large this place really was, and I had no idea what I'd do with all this space living alone.

A lot of time had passed already, but I hadn't noticed, I was too busy overthinking things to notice. In the next room over, it sounded like whoever lived there was having a soon-to-be wild party, so sleep probably wouldn't happen.
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Back in Colby's apartment, people have began to show up for the weekly party in his apartment. Where exactly all these people come from is unknown, and so is whether or not he even knows everyone who comes.
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I opened the door for the first few guests who had arrived right now and they helped me finish setting up, turning on the music, pouring the drinks, and ordering the food.

I was expecting a ton of people, because that's normally how things are. Throwing parties is a good way for me to hide the fact that I was only drinking my pain away and could actually care less about how things were for the other people.

That's normally how things are on Saturday nights. I mess around with everyone, drink, talk to people, drink some more, eat something, drink some more, and ultimately end up blacked out on the floor and wake up with pizza on my face and random people sleeping on the couch and anywhere else.

I kick them all out, clean up the horrible mess they made, and sit around all day, trying to get over the horrible hangover.

And that's how things were going right now. A ton of people had just arrived along with the food, and it got started. Laughs and music could be heard all throughout the building, but everyone was having a good time and that's all that mattered.

It neared 2 in the morning and the party was in full swing when we all started to hear noises coming from the wall on my new neighbor's side. We all ignored it and continued partying.

Then there was a knock on the door. Everyone ignored it because they were all too drunk to care, and if he was living next to me, he'd just have to get used to it.

Eventually, at around 3, it started to die down, but I was still there, slamming shots and everything else. Then the rush came, I got crazy, ran about like a madman for a while, then passed out on the floor.

When I woke up again, the people who crashed here last night were leaving. I looked around to see all the damage done and I sighed. This and the horrible headache and nausea I was experiencing right now just made me want to scream. Which I could do later, after I payed the bathroom a visit to spill everything into the toilet. Once I was done and cleaned myself up, I took some painkillers to get rid of my headache and got to work cleaning.

God it looks like a tornado tore through this place.