Broken and Fearless // C.B.

Chapter 92

Corey's video: ROOMMATES CUT MY MAN BUN OFF!!

Juliet's POV:

Corey and Colby were in the midst of a game of beer pong and poor Corey was losing.

"You're out of practice, man," I teased.

He shot me a look. "I'm just warming up."

"Really? You're warming up in your third game?"

"Yes."

"Okay, whatever you want to tell yourself, bro."

"Colby, she's being mean to me!"

"Really? Tattle-tailing? That's such a childish thing to do."

Colby looked between us. "Enough. Both of you. Let's just enjoy this game of beer pong. And Jules, God knows I love you, but no splash fights."

I readied to kick the water and Colby grabbed my leg, pulling me in.

I went under the water for a good few moments, not very long, but panicked when I came to the surface.

Colby tried to apologize. I knew he didn't mean it, but I was scared.

"No!" I climbed out of the pool and ran into the house.

I started absentmindedly playing guitar, as that often helped my mood.

Moments later, Colby walked in and stood at the doorway. "Juliet, I'm really sorry for that."

I looked up. "Colby. Do you know what my number one fear is?"

"Losing your entire family?"

"Well, that's tied with the other. Drowning. And when you pulled me under, it felt like I was drowning for a moment. What possessed you to think that was a good idea?"

"I don't know, Jules. I honestly didn't think you'd slip under. You've never done so before."

"First, we haven't been here very long. Second, all it takes is one time. One thing goes wrong and I drown. I don't want that and neither do you. So, for the sake of life, let's not pull me into the water like that again, okay?"

He nodded. "Okay. So... Are you mad or upset?"

"I'm more scared than upset or mad, but that's dwindling."

"Good. Hey, uh, you wanna work on that song now? Colby is an awesome husband? Or amazing. Haven't decided yet."

"Haha. In your dreams, Brock."

"Well, I married the girl of my dreams, so I'd say that's pretty likely."

"If I were to write a song, it certainly wouldn't be called that. I don't know what it would be called, but not that."

"Shame. I think it's a great title."

"Someone's got an big sense of his own ego," I teased.

He kissed me and smiled. "All seriousness though, I think it'd be great if you started writing songs. You could turn some of your poems into songs or use real life situations."

"Yeah. I got some dark stuff that could go into songs."

"I know you do. Everyone's got dark stuff."

"But some have a little darker stuff."

"Doesn't mean I love you any less," he said softly.

"Go and hang with the others. I'll be okay here."

"You sure? I mean, they're done. So, we can hang out."

Corey knocked on our door and Colby opened it.