Overnight Videos: A Colby Brock x Reader

Chapter 18

“That doesn't sound healthy at all..” (Y/n) murmured softly as Colby and Elton dug into the concoction they'd made. Various sauces, meats, sweets, condiments, and vegetables went into it...

Elton gagged. “T-Tastes fine,” a fist came to his lips as he burped. Readjusting, he held his stomach.

Sam and (Y/n) glanced at each other, unsure whether to scold them, laugh, or become sick themselves.

“Eeugh, you are not riding in my car.”

“Why's that? Isn't it supposed to be romantic?” Colby grinned.

“It's supposed to be a race,” Elton interjected before wiping his face with a napkin.

(Y/n) looked down at their.. ‘lunch’ then back to the idiots in front of her.

“And I thought we were supposed to be eating burritos, but.. here we are.”

“Hey! Take a bite and see just how delicious it is.”

“Hell no.”

“Hell yes.”

“I'll try it.” Sam smiled nervously after placing his phone down. He grabbed a fork, stabbed at the not-really-food-anymore and ate the bite.

“S– oh.. oh dear.”

His brows furrowed together as his face scrunched up around his nose. He finished mashing it about before spitting it out into a napkin. He shook his head then shivered.

“Yuck. I don't understand how you finished half of that! That's gross!” His voice rose as he spoke, now smiling in disbelief.

“For your information, I'm not a chef. And we just threw this together–

“I know! We watched you make this abomination,” Sam laughed and rubbed his face. He sighed.

(Y/n) shook her head and tried not to laugh at him. She sipped from her cup then glanced at her phone; “Oh! Boys, Corey should be meeting us soon. Make sure to..” she glanced at them as they cleaned their mess.

“Yeah, that. Don't make it harder on these guys than it already is.” She stood, taking her and Sam's trash to throw away.

A familiar face caught her attention. The hair, pulled back into a bun, the smile– yikes. (Y/n) walked back and hoped to usher them out quicker.

An arm wrapped around her shoulders, pulling her into Elton's chest. “Aahhh, I'm gonna throw up.” He burped in her face then blew it at her.

(Y/n) squealed as she tried to dislodge his hold. If she couldn't escape, she supposed..

Turning her head, she stuck her tongue out at Elton before tickling his side. He was cuaght off guard and laughed then let go of her.

“Hey! Watch those hands.”

“Watch where you breathe.”

“Oh, I'm sorry. I'll try not to breathe your air on the walk to the cars,” Elton waved his hands in her face and laughed. His cheeks puffed up as they exited the store.

“Elton, there's no way you're going to make it to the car without breathing.”

“Huh.. fine.” He sighed, pouting. He stopped. “What if I.. RACE YOU?!”

Elton took off like the flash, sprinting to their cars. On instinct, Sam and Colby took off after him while (Y/n) was a little behind on things.

“Why are we running??” She tried to freak out in lowercase, not wanting to yell while they were running through the mall.