Haunted Memories || Solby ✔️

Twelve-Colby

Brennen wasn't home, nobody was. Brennen had gone to the grocery store, Elton was filming with Corey and others. Sam, well he had no clue where Sam was. He figured Sam would be out, doing better. Well, okay he didn't figure, but that's what he told himself as if that were his motivation to move on. It didn't work, but Colby needed clothes so he was feeding himself lies in order to go get them. Finally, he got up and left. He took his keys and left. He didn't shower, he didn't change, he didn't make himself look presentable, he just drove to his and Sam's apartment. He walked into the building and almost broke.

"Hey Colby! Long time no see! How are you?" Sandra, the front desk lady, said enthusiastically.

"Oh, uhm. F-fine i guess."

He walked past and to the elevators hitting the fifth floor. He heard the elevator ding at every floor and walked out of the elevator at the final ding then down the hall to his apartment door. He hesitated, he almost backed out, but he sighed and walked in. The smell was horrendous, as if something or someone had died. Although Colby couldn't tell, he had lost most of his senses, or more so he lost touch with them. He closed the door with his head down and finally looked up when the place became too silent, nobody was in the living room. He sighed in relief, though, he was disappointed and he'd be lying if he said he wasn't. He wanted to see Sam, his blonde hair, his small figure, his piercing blue eyes, his smile, just him in general. He wanted to see Sam. He wished he could. but somehow thought it was for the better. He set his keys down and walked further into the apartment. Nothing looked different except the pictures of him and Sam were set face down. He assumes Elton did that for Sam's sake. Even though there was an empty bottle of vodka on the ground and the couch had blankets sprawled across it, it still felt like home. He walked to the door of the bedroom and hesitated, that is until it swung open. He was met with blonde hair: greasy, undone, messy. Blue eyes: dull and drained. Clean clothes, but he swam in the fabric. Dark, dark bags under his eyes making his bloodshot eyes stand out.

"C-colby..."

His voice was beautiful, as usual. Although it cracked, it sounded pained, and you could tell it hurt him to speak, it was still beautiful. Only Colby would think that though Sam looked like a wreck, he looked absolutely gorgeous and amazing despite it.

"I...i uh...uhm...i..."

"Y-you look...uhm...i...uh..."

"Bad?"

"No..actually...you look good...uhm...b-better than me..."

Sam looked down at himself self consciously.

"That's not true...y-you always look better than i do..."

a small smile ghosted sam's lips, the first real smile he had in awhile.

"So...uhm..n-no offense...but...wha-what are you doing h-here...not that im complaining!"

"I need some uh. Some clothes..."

"Oh..."

Sam walked past him silently and walked to the kitchen. Colby grabbed some clothing only to realize he didn't have a bag. He sighed and just took a few outfits. He trudged into the kitchen and grabbed his keys.

"Wait..." Sam said urgently.

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