Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 86

Corey's video: OVERNIGHT IN A MANSION

Juliet's POV:

Corey started his intro with a whisper. "Okay--"

Jake, who was next to Corey, was eating loudly; i.e. slurping.

"Shh! What is up, guys? I'm here with Sam, Colby, Juliet and Jake."

"Hey," Jake whispered, eating his Cup of Noodles.

"What are you eating?" Sam asked.

"It's three o'clock in the morning," Corey said.

"Cup of Noodles," I told Sam, pointing at the cup. "Can't you see?"

Jake nodded and whispered, "Like she said, Cup of Noodles."

"Dude, it's dripping down your fuckin' chin," Colby said.

"Get the noodles for him," Corey replied, before turning the camera back on himself. "Guys, it's three o'clock in the morning right now." Sam shined his phone flashlight in Corey's face and soon removed it. "We are outside of this" Sam's phone went to Corey's mouth, "like, mansion," the phone disappeared, "like what?" Jake held a forkful of noodles to Corey's mouth and he laughed.

After a moment, Corey asked, "What do they call this place?"

"A house," Sam said. "A trap."

"Yeah. It's like a..."

"It's like a house," Colby finished.

I nodded. "Like a trapped house."

Corey continued. "We're at this place called, like, the Trap House or something." Colby's can made a crinkling sound.

"Sorry," Colby apologized in a weird voice.

"We're gonna try to break into here and we're gonna try to stay here overnight without--" Colby's can crinkled again.

"I'm sorry!"

"Are you fucking serious, dude?"

Sam turned slightly to Colby. "We're going to sneak into a new place and you're gonna God dang this sh--"

"Yeah, dude, lower your voice!" Corey cried.

"I'm sorry!" Colby yelled deeply.

Jake said something I couldn't understand.

I rolled my eyes, giggling lightly.

Corey pressed a finger on the door handle. "All right, guys."

Jake knocked on the door and Corey said, "Shut the fuck up!"

"Shut the fuck up," Corey repeated.

"They're gonna hear you!" Sam added.

I nodded. "Who knows what they're gonna do."

"Look, there's a crack," Colby said.

Sam looked for the crack and Corey zoomed the camera in on Sam's butt.

We walked in, seeing a white powder which Jake joked was from powdered donuts.

They joked there was a ghost in the bathroom and Corey was told to seduce a male Barbie doll.

Corey sat on the toilet and broke it. We'd gotten it just the day before.

I frowned. "Maybe it would've been better if I'd sat on it."

Colby shook his head. "I don't want you seducing another guy. Doll or not."

"Jolby!" Jake and Sam cried.

I looked up at him. "I was talking about the toilet seat, babe."

"Still," Colby replied.

Colby pulled off the lid and the boys joked about hanging it up.

Sam pretended to have something wrong and Jake had disappeared.

We noticed he was playing a game, with the beard back on, and he turned it off before saying in an accent, "My name is Homer. Homer Sexual."

We laughed and Jake turned the game back on before saying that the high score was his.

"That's not true," Colby said seriously. "That's mine."

The boys decided they wanted to beat Homer and ended up doing so.

Since Homer had been beat, he teleported us and we ended up outside.

Corey was "missing" and he greeted in a Southern accent, "Hello, everyone, I'm Homer."

"We just met a Homer," Sam said.

"Oh, that was my brother, Homer Sexual. I'm Homer Sapien." He held out his hand and Colby went to shake it before Corey cried, "COVID-19! I'm just kidding."

Corey gave the boys White Claws and I got an iced tea.

They started talking sexually again and I tuned them out and briefly heard mention of the Backstreet Boys.

That struck a deeply buried nerve. Ma loved the Backstreet Boys.

Corey asked if we wanted to be in a band and Colby said he wanted to be a Zayn.

He asked if we knew a Corey and the guys said we didn't. Apparently, we'd broken into Homer Sapien's house.

Corey, sorry, Homer Sapien said would die at four, and it was 3:59; which meant we had to save Corey.

We ran around the backyard and apparently the scrotum monster looked like Colby.

I stepped away from my fiancé jokingly.

We noticed Corey standing on the ledge and Corey told us he'd been T-bagged by the scrotum monster.

We asked who it was and Colby pointed at Colby.

Colby growled and ran away.

The guys started chasing him and he said, "All right, you caught me. My name's not Colby."

"What is it?" Jake asked.

"Holdma."

"Holdma what?" Sam questioned.

"Holdma scrotum."

Corey curled up on the basketball court and did his outro.

"If I make this, he has to post daily," Sam said, missing the shot.

Colby noticed my expression and asked, "Jules? Are you okay?"

I nodded slowly. "Uh, yeah."

"Come on. I know you. What's wrong?"

"Just the, um, when we were talking about the Backstreet Boys."

"Your mom's favorite band?"

"Mm-hmm. I miss her, Colbs. I miss her so freaking much it hurts."

He hugged me and kissed the top of my head. "Well, I bet she's so damn proud of you. And even though she can't be here to see you get married, I know she'll be watching from above, cheering us on in our future life."

"Yeah. Thanks."

"You never have to thank me."

I sighed contentedly, relaxing in his arms.

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