Sam and Colby: The House

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I ran upstairs and went to the master bedroom. Colby and the guys had played rock paper scissors to see who got it, and Colby had won. Plus we needed the biggest closet since we both sponsored quite a few brands and I got a bunch of new products from Chanel every few weeks.

"Babe," I said, walking into our room. Colby was sitting on the bed intensely looking at his laptop with his AirPods in, twisting his box mod vape around in his hands. He didn't look up when I came in because he was so focused on whatever his laptop was showing.

I ran over to the bed and jumped onto it, landing right next to him. His MacBook slid off of his lap, but didn't fall of the bed. He laughed and took out his earbuds, then wrapped his arms around me.

"Hey, crazy," he said, giving me a quick kiss.

"Whatcha reading?" I asked, seeing an article pulled up on his computer screen.

"Nothing," he said quickly, snapping the computer shut.

"Yeah, right. Come on, Jake got his new merch in and wants us all down there when he opens it," I said.

"The merch you designed?" Colby asked excitedly.

"The merch I helped design. Come on," I said. I hopped up and started walking toward the door, but Colby ran up behind me and lifted me up before I could make it. "Put me downnn," I whined.

"Nope. You're too slow," he said. He slung me over his shoulder and carried me down the stairs, only setting me down when we'd reached the large pile of boxes.

"Ready for this?" Jake asked, looking at all of us. He'd grabbed a pair of scissors and was squatting next to one of the boxes.

"Let's see it, fuckface," Tara said. Tara and Jake had gotten tired of hearing all of us say 'baby' and 'babe' all of the time, so they'd started calling each other weirdly profane and aggressive nicknames. It was so damn weird, but really funny and very on brand for them.

"Okie dokie," Jake said. He opened the scissors and cut the tape on the box before opening the folds. He reached in and took out a t-shirt. "Oh, fuck yea! This is even cooler than the No Name line!"

He turned around and held up a grey shirt for us all to see. It read 'kicky kicky, here comes the bricky' in red and black letters, with a little ring of bricks in the middle. He flipped it over to show us the back that said 'JWEBBER'.

"I still can't believe Kenzie let you buy out the rights for that," Tara said. The quote we'd chosen for the shirt had been a YouTube comment on the trailer we'd released for The Asylum to let everyone know that my face was fucked up because Jake kicked a brick at it, not because Colby was abusing me.

The comment ended up getting more likes than the video did and people have been referencing and joking about it for months, ever since the comment was made. Jake liked it so much that he'd contacted the owner of the account that had written the comment, a girl named Kenzie. She only lived about 20 minutes away from LA and said that if we just wanted to meet up and sign a simple copyright contract instead of contacting a lawyer and making it a big thing then she was fine with it. She ended up being pretty cool. We'd even invited her to a couple of parties.

"It's really cool merch, but why did you have 10 boxes of t-shirts delivered directly to our house? Fanjoy is who ships it out and stuff," said Kat.

"Okay, first of all, there's not just t-shirts here. Second, this is not just a merch thing. This is a whole concept. There is a beautiful idea here that we will soon be putting into action," Jake said.

"Oh no," said Sam.

"Let the man speak," Corey said.

"Okay, you guys know Jake?" asked Jake.