The Road Trip (Colby Brock)

Chapter 6

Since I'm going to be out here for a while might as well get comfortable, so I went back around to the front door and sat against it. It was hard to sleep since it was so cold so I decided to text Sam hoping he would see it.

hey sam. colby locked me out and wont let me back in.

sam. its cold, please come open the door.

fine. ill see you whenever you open the damn door. please ask colby what his problem is.

I put my music on and tried falling asleep and i guess it worked because next thing I know, it's morning and Sam is handing me a blanket. "Y/n I am so sorry, I fell asleep I didn't get your messages. Who, how, why? What happened?" "Chill Sammy, it's fine, I'm fine. Colby locked me out and wouldn't let me back in. I don't know what his problem is but he needs to fix it." "You haven't been the best either, your attitude is just as bad." "He started it." I walked back inside, right up to Colby's room. I knocked on the door and Colby opened the door smiling at me. I almost forgot what I was there for until he said "Morning princess, sleep well?" very funny. "Why did you lock me out? What's your fucking problem, why do you hate me?" "I don't know, it's fun." then he closed the door. I went downstairs and sat in the living room. Sam sat next to me. "I don't know what your problem with him is, and I don't know his problem but you guys need to fix it. Fast. At least try for me." "He gets on my nerves Sam, he's an asshole for no reason he's the one with a problem." "Please" "Fiiiiine."

I went to my room and got in my bed. I couldn't find my teddy bear and I was starting to freak out a little. Then I got a pretty good idea of who had it. Colby. I practically ran to his room, and opened the door without knocking. He was sitting on a couch at the end of his bed on his phone. I cleared my throat and he looked at me. "Can I help you?" "My bear. Now." he picked it up from beside him "You mean this old thing, why do you need this? Aren't you 21? Don't you think that's a little too old to be playing with baby toys?" he laughed but I wanted to cry. "Can I please have it back?" "No" "Why?" "Because he's broken, see." He slowly ripped one of the legs off that's when I started crying. Then Sam came in.