𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐛𝐲 𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐜𝐤 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬

worried

❝ I'M WORRIED ABOUT YOU ❞

lately i've been feeling off. i don't know why. i just feel like everyone's becoming distant. even my best friend hasn't been talking to me lately. and it hurts. he always hung out with me and texted/called me. now he barely does any of that. has he moved on? i mean of course he's busy because he's a youtuber but he always made time for me. i'm not asking for everything. just hanging out for 30 mins even. that's all i want. it might make me feel better.

i woke up and got out of bed. i wasn't in the mood to get ready. i brushed my hair and threw it up in a messy bun and stayed in my pajamas. i was looking through the fridge when i heard a key in my door. only one other person has a key to my apartment. they opened the door and walked in. surprise, surprise. it was my best friend, colby brock.

"hey." he said while closing the door. i waved and went back to looking in the fridge. "not gonna say anything back? ok." he walked around me. "woah did you just wake up?" he asked. "kindly, fuck off." i replied. he put his hands up in defense. "just wondering, sorry." i grabbed the bottle of vodka from the fridge, opened it, and started drinking. not even 2 seconds after i was drinking he pulled it away. "what the fuck dude?" "it's six o'clock in the morning. you're not drinking vodka." "i can do whatever i want." i went to grab the bottle back and he pulled it away. i rolled my eyes and just went back to looking in the fridge. "jay, look at me." i looked at him. "what??" "are you okay?" "why wouldn't i be?" "i've been worried about you." "really?? not texting, calling, or checking up on me for almost two weeks sure makes it seem like you're worried, colby." "i thought you needed space jay." "why would i need space? cause i'm going through something?? you're supposed to be there for me! you're my best friend. when something seems wrong, you're supposed to help and obviously you haven't because if you did, i wouldn't be drinking at 6am." "okay, what's wrong?" "don't. don't pretend like you care now. don't act like it's magically okay because it's not. fucking EVERYONE is distancing themselves from me and i would've thought at least YOU would've stayed but no, you were distant too. have you moved on or something? jesus, am i not good enough for you?? i'm sorry i can't be the fucking ideal best friend!"

there was silence. i started to get tears in my eyes. i never said that out loud. wow. "i'm sorry jules. i thought you needed space and THATS why i distanced myself. i didn't text you because i thought you would be annoyed. and you, out of everyone, should know that i am NEVER going to leave. i'm always here for you. i've always cared about you, you know that for a fact jules! why the fuck would i move on?? i couldn't ask for a better best friend than you! you're more than enough. you're way too good for me fucks sake! you are literally the perfect best friend. you should know this, don't EVER feel like that ever again and if you do please call me or something because you DON'T deserve to feel like that." that got to me. i just started crying. he pulled me into a hug while rubbing my back. "it's okay. i'm here." he kissed the top of my head. after a while i pulled away from the hug. i don't know if it was the emotions but something came over me and i kissed him. he didn't pull away though. i guess he liked it? we both pulled away at the same time. "oh god i'm sorry-" i said. "don't be. i've been wanting to do that for a long time." we both laughed and then went and took a nap. i guess my best friend is my boyfriend now... :)