In This Life (Sequel to 'In Another Life')

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"I think that I looked like a total dork at the end, but the rest was absolutely amazing, but I don't think that I love you." I watched his eyes change as the words registered, growing confused and a little hurt. "Wha-" "I know I love you," I said, before he could get upset. "That wasn't funny," he said, with humor in his eyes. "It was actually," I replied. "No, it wasn't. My heart physically hurt T. Not funny at all. I guess I'll just have to pay you back for that one..." I leaned away from him, narrowing my eyes. "What's that supposed to mean?" I asked, nervously. I knew how good their pranks were and I was not trying to be on the receiving end of one of them. "I guess you'll just have to wait and see," he replied, smirking. "Colby, no! I was kidding! This isn't fair," I said, crossing my arms over my chest. He leaned over and pressed his lips to mine. "It's very fair actually. But for now, I'm going to go look through some comments and fan pages. I'll let you know if you're allowed to do the same." I raised my eyebrows at his word of choice. "Allowed?" I scoffed. He rolled his eyes at me. "Fine, look if you want too. I'm just saying I know how sensitive you are." "Are you trying to piss me off tonight?" I asked, almost stunned by how  blasé he was acting. He smirked at me again, and nodded. "I promised that we would have fights, didn't I? I'm just trying to keep my promise." "Oh my God, you're so annoying," I replied, standing up and turning my back to him so that he wouldn't see me smiling. I had no doubt that we would have many arguments over the years, but I would always love him. The fan backlash wasn't as harsh as I had predicted, most of them really eager to invite me into their world. There were the usual ones who tried to drag me, talking about my looks, or how I must be the reason why Colby had been changing who he was, or something else entirely wrong. I didn't take that to heart, like I expected too. I don't know. I just saw them as unhappy kids, who were either jealous (but really, who wouldn't be? I was with Colby fucking Brock. I didn't blame them) or just wanted to spread their misery to others. Before I knew it, I had so many friend requests on my personal page, and fan pages being made for me. I had no idea how they had found my personal page though. I had kept that secret for years, even when I was in the fandom. I was tagged in post after post, until it became too much and I had to turn the tags off. Some were hurtful, but I just tried to overlook them and pay attention to so many more that were incredibly sweet and encouraging. Before long, the fandom made me just as happy as it made Colby. I made another personal page, so that they could follow me, as well as another twitter account. It still felt so surreal when people would freak out just because I followed them. They did eventually figure out who I was, and I wasn't surprised when they did. The old pictures from PlayList all those years ago resurfaced, and had people freaking out. Everywhere, all I saw was "OMG SHE'S A FAN! COLBY IS WITH A FAN" or "ew she's probably just after his fame and his money." I stayed quiet through most of it, and liked the posts that showed support for me, while ignoring the hateful ones. Colby eventually did a video telling our entire story of how we met, and once again had me join him. I was still uncomfortable in front of the camera, instead of behind it, but it was a little easier each time. The friend group didn't worry about me being in their videos now, and embraced it and me into their YouTube world with ease. It was overwhelming at first, but I was getting used to it. Everyone knew who Sarah was already and when she and Brennen had met, so they eventually  but the pieces together that we were at PlayList together, like I knew they would. I was glad that it was out in the open now though. Neither of us had to worry about it anymore. Of course, I still had the occasional hater, but I let it roll off my shoulders. I no longer cared. If someone chose to waste their time hating on others, that was their choice to waste their life that way. Better it be me than someone else who couldn't deal with it. Things changed, as they always do, the more time went by. Aryia ended up moving away to pursue his career in music. He still kept in touch, and we had just learned that he was in love. He didn't really believe in marriage, but I had a feeling he might change his mind if she was the right girl. Elias and Denise broke up a few times, but always ended up back together. Elias used to get really upset about it, and I swear he would've broken sobriety a few times if I hadn't talked him off the edge. Now, he knew how hot headed she could be, so he didn't even count it as break ups anymore. He just let her stalk off, and would give her an hour or two before he called to talk to her. The last time it had happened, I had to talk to her, because I couldn't take it anymore. "Neece, you have to stop this," I told her one night when we over at the TrapHouse for a birthday party. "What T? What did I do wrong this time?" She asked, dabbing at her made up eyes with toilet tissue. "You're being too damn dramatic and you know it!" I exclaimed. "You're going to fight and have arguments, but do you love him?" "Of course I do," she said, meeting my gaze in the mirror as her face crumpled.