Sam and Colby: The House

8

"Nothing," I quickly said, closing out of Instagram. I should have shoved my phone into my pocket though, because Sam snatched it out of my hands before I locked it. "Sam!" I whined, reaching to take it back. He held his arm out firmly so that I couldn't reach him and nervously bit my lip when he opened Instagram back up.

"Oh my god," he muttered.

"Shut up! Stop looking!" I exclaimed. Sam started laughing and scrolling through all of the pictures, tapping on some every now and then.

"These are quite the captions, Mom," Sam said. "'I would literally shit myself on the spot if I ever saw Sam and Colby in real life.' 'Colby isn't a snack, he's a whole ass meal.' 'Mr. Brock, my parents aren't home and my bed is half empty.' 'Colby could punch me in the face and I'd thank him.' Oh, Jesus! 'Jake could shove Lionel up my ass any day.' 'Sam is way hotter than y'all give him credit for.' Aw, well thank you for that one, Nessa," Sam said, looking back up at me.

"I hate you with all of my being," I said.

"Well then I've got nothing to lose," Sam said.

"What?" I asked.

"Colby!" Sam yelled.

"NO!" I screamed. I pushed past Sam's arm and jumped onto his back, trying to snatch my phone out of his hands.

"Ness, what the fuck are you doing?" Corey asked, walking over to us.

"Catch!" Sam called. He tossed my phone over to Corey, increasing the distance between it and me.

"No, Corey, don't," I warned.

"Dude! You had a fan account for us!" Corey laughed, looking up.

"So does everyone else here!" I argued.

"Yeah, I know, it's just funny that you do," Corey said. "Oh look, I'm on here." He tapped on my screen and started laughing. "Oh my god. 'Papa Gunth, more like Daddy Gunth'," he wheezed. "Oh, that is golden. Colby!" Corey said, repeating Sam.

"Yeah?" Colby called, starting to walk over.

"You guys! I'm serious! Stop it!" I hissed, pushing past Sam to get to Corey. He held his arm out too, this time at an angle that didn't allow me to hop onto his back.

"You will not win this one," Corey said. The hell I would.

I kicked him in the back of his knee. Hard. His legs immediately buckled out from under him and he dropped to the ground, throwing my phone forward in the process. I lunged forward to grab it, but Colby beat me to it.

"What is—holy fuck," Colby said, looking down at my screen. "No way. This was you? You're the Vanessa that ran this account?"

"The fuck is that supposed to mean?" I asked.

"I literally used to see this account all of the time. If I followed fan pages, I definitely would have followed this one," he said.

"You're literally fucking me right now," I said. He'd seen those posts? He recognized my username?

"I am not, but we could make that happen," he said.

"Oh, shut up," I said. "You seriously recognize that account?"

"Yeah I do. We see basically everything, we just don't interact with a lot of the posts. I read a solid 80% of my DMs and see most of the things I'm tagged in," Colby said. "Oh my god, wait. You wrote all of the captions on these pictures?"

"No," I lied.

"Yes, she did," Sam said.

"Daddy Gunth can verify that," Corey said.