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Bend Into A Break (2)

Summary: Not one, but two vlog-squads came with the death of Vine. And the rumored beef between you two is absolutely true! So, you and David (begrudgingly) set up a month long-retreat among your groups to film team challenges and go against each other. Y’know. For views. Pairing: David Dobrik x Reader, Enemies to Lovers, living together. Warnings: Profanity, Arguing

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“Sorry, what?” Heath’s the first before the outbreak.

With your hands hooked together in front of your stomach, you take in a breath but don’t find the courage to let anything out. He’s not mean — certainly not to you at least — but his voice is so harsh about it. You look to David thinking he’d have something to say to tame Heath but he looks back at you. He’s not smiling snobbishly or anything. He’s keeping the baton passed to you.

And inside his head, there’s nothing malicious about it. He admits despite what he knows about this whole thing that it’s best if you explain it.

“We — me and David uh…” one last look and this time he encourages you with a nod. Your two groups, sitting as scrunched together as can be on David’s living room couch, bond with looks over how peculiar this is. “We decided that…it would be really good in terms of content and material means to—“

He drops the supportive look and rolls his eyes, stepping up to shout (quite coolly), “We’re going to be living and fighting with each other for a little bit. No big deal.”

In a moment of worry none of David’s group has ever seen, your Cody breaks the silence with a strained, “What?”

And then hell breaks loose.

“I-I think,” Drew looks around, “I think this is a joke…or-or something…”

Cody crosses his arms. “Definitely not funny.”

“Cause I am definitely not living with him.” Zane snorts almost, pointing to Cody without sparing a look.

You smile, balls of your cheeks as high as you can raise them. “Well good! Cause you are!” David chokes on his laughter and that provokes everybody even more.

Heath jumps from his spot, betrayed and pointing to David with both hands. “You’re in on this?!”

Noel squeezes himself deeper into the armrest. “No shit he’s apart of this.”

Heath stops, looking to David (who gives him nothing) then Zane. He claps, stomps, and shouts, “The fuck you just say to me!?” He finds the amusement at how fast all of this blew up on Cody’s face too condescending, and Cody claps his hands to his knees while looking at Heath with a mocking glare.

"He said no shit he's apart of this, dumbass!"

Standing, Heath begins to yell at Cody and Noel. Poor Drew is stuck in the middle of it, as quiet as Scott, Corinna, Amanda, Toddy — everybody that isn’t Zane, Heath, Cody, and Noel. Zane even stretches over Drew to yell in Noel’s face, clapping periodically when his voice gets its highest.

David jumps seeing how far back your eyes roll into your head. He just about thinks he’s kickstarted a seizure — so he goes “HEY!” and shuts everybody up.

“Guys, stop. Look, me and Y/n agreed to this together, okay? So if everybody would just sit down…?” His hands fan down. Heath is wary but he does. Cody, however, can’t help but stick his tongue out at him like a child, squishing his eyes nearly shut. The only thing that keeps Heath seated is you and your piercing eyes.

David holds his hands to present you. “Y-you wanna…?” He stutters.

You step forward but resist looking at anybody. You only look to various points in the room that could classify as ‘staring into space,’ mostly to avoid catching an irritating set of eyes that discourages you.

“So…” you start. David nods. It’s a bit of a push to get you to continue, “everybody on this website knows we hate each other. Okay well not really. We know we hate each other, the fans think this is just a fun little rivalry. If we do this they’re going to go absolutely crazy—“

Corinna raises her hand. You’d say she’s a sweetheart as she’s never been too harsh with you but you can’t shake the feeling that she’s judging you whenever she looks your way. You point and she puts her arm down, crossing them and leaning back against the wall (Toddy by her side). “We don’t even know what this is. So can you like—“

“Yeah, can you guys explain it?” Toddy interrupts.

Corinna scoffs and distances herself a little bit.

Shame to say not everybody is in this room. Only the “OG” group is present. And OG in itself is a tricky thing. You’d say the people present are the most beloved of your two groups, the ones in your vlogs most consistently, and the ones that have been around the longest. It’s even more of a shame to say that Tom isn’t here because the damn Brit is off being British in Britain. Your group is outnumbered. Even though Gabbie isn’t here, the addition of Natalie still puts you at odds.

You sigh, knowing to deal with it later. “The idea is that our two groups battle each other over the course of a month."

“Oh.” Cody pipes. “Yeah, I’d be willing to beat up this guy.” A thumb points over to Heath.

“Oh screw you.”

“No,” you pinch your nose, “not that kind of fight. Fun fights like volleyball. Or dodgeball or hell I don’t know, tennis maybe — shit you’d do on Field Day in elementary school. It’d be great for all of our channels, good for merch, good for sales cause I know that’s all some of you care about.” Noel just has to gasp out loud at the diss you whispered. “TLDR; we host a team-event with goals and prizes and take over Youtube, basically.”

They all hum.

Chloe’s in thought squinting at the ceiling. Emily is in a similar state but comes to her conclusion earlier. “So wait we’re like…the Jake Paulers and Logang…ers, now?”

You blink. “No.” But technically, “Wait, maybe. Never-mind that!”

“Wait wait wait,” Heath holds up a finger. “You said we were going to be living together.” That finger points to David.

"That's like the Team Ten house!" In comes the overlapping chatter.

You smile. “Yes. That’s cause it was David’s idea that we do. So!” You pull an expandable metal pointer from your sleeve (to the surprise of many) and David steps to the side, revealing his television. He glares softly for calling him out but the transition was so quick there’s no chance for retaliation. Natalie (thankfully yet to be caught in the crossfire) starts up the same presentation you showed him. Though you took in the time to add some of his ideas.

“I got in touch with my agent and found two possible places we could all pack up and yes, live in together!”

A shared groan. The boys on the couch begin flailing about like grumpy babies without enough space.

David jumps with the picture that pulls up. He does a double take, one at the screen and the other at you. He’ll never not admit you work your ass off, that’s for sure.

“The first option is the Ella Rose Estate, second is the Houdini Mansion.”

As the soft name may suggest, the Ella Rose is beautiful. It's painted white with a dark grey, almost black rooftop (for contrast) and despite vines and moss eating up most of the front side, the pop of color is what adds to the beauty. Only $1,500 a night although that might change with twenty fucking people, but it has a medium sized pool in the back and a more contemporary to modern aesthetic. Its size will certainly be a hassle getting around in with so many people but maybe that’s a good thing.

As for the Houdini…you flip to the pictures of that (also white on the outside with dark roofing) and the whole room jumps. Cody buries the side of his body deeper into the couch, and Zane looks back to see if his group is seeing what he is.

David jumps as well. Quite the change indeed.

It’s a Victorian-esk mansion on the outside, beautiful and pristine, but the inside (while kept up) is dark with everything made of stainless, shining cherry wood, and decorations which also point toward the Victorian aesthetic.

“David! You tryna put us in a horror movie?” Zane shouts.

“We’re already in one,” you mutter.

Natalie keeps flipping through and everybody is very audible with their chills. The house is beautiful (as Erin and Carly note, lips pressed tight but impressed with the pictures you’ve picked) but everything without the lights is so damn dark.

Beautiful, but dark.

However, it is very spacious. The dining room (depending on how you space the chairs) could hold 10 people on a side. And for the bedrooms you explain, “Houdini Mansion actually used to be an orphanage—“

“Nuh-uh!” Zane jumps and pulls his legs under him. “Don’t even try to tell me that place isn’t haunted!”

You grin. “Actually tourists report—“

“HELL NAH!”

“Yeah no."

“Noooo no no no no!”

People actually have the audacity to start leaving the room!

You drop your hands to your side, speechless frankly. When you were in school and your teachers started boasting about how immature you were being you always thought they were being overdramatic. This is the equivalent of students leaving three minutes before the bell. If they would just sit and listen they’d know where you were going with this. There's a pang in your chest for all the teachers you underestimated.

Because here you are with a bunch of actual children.

David doesn’t pay attention to the escaping flock. He looks at the presentation carefully. It’s on a photo of the entrance room. The composition isn't centered but straight ahead there’s the staircase (one of two he assumes), to the right is the kitchen separated with a glass door, and past the stairs is a horizontal hallway and another room he can see. He never-minds the fear of any extra cost you’ll have to pay in damages, and with a giggle and his tongue poking out of his mouth he goes, “I’m in. I choose this one.”

Somewhere in everybody’s collective mind, a record-scratch can be heard. People look over their shoulders for him to repeat, “I've decided. We’re going.”

Chloe chokes. “You can’t make us go.”

David ‘pouts’ and you do too. It’s not even on cue but the way your heads tilt inward and your arms go limp by your sides is so coincidental it's frightening.

You grimace. “Oh, but I can.”

David clicks his tongue and sighs. “Guess it’ll just be Y/n and me.”

“For a month getaway.”

“I mean — I guess it's fine since we’re the only two that’ll have a share of the money, I dunno—“

“FINE!” Heath steps forward, and so does Zane. You find it strange how Cody and Noel only step forward when they do. They return to their spots on the couch but this time poor Drew has some air to breathe now that he’s decided it’s best to stand up.

“Yes,” Cody seethes, rubbing his eye, “Y/n…continue.”

You nod at Natalie and she goes to the next slide.

“David’s crew will be red, mine will be blue. Which means for a month the only color any of us will be wearing is our team’s.” Enya (Always looking damn good in red) grunts into her first and slaps her chair’s arm. You look solemnly at her but shrug it off knowing full well that girl can pull off blue.

Carly raises her hand. “Okay wait. What don’t you classify as ‘colors?’”

David picks at his lips and mumbles “Black, silver.”

You shrug, “White. Also, you could get away with wearing black the whole time if you dye your hair.” It’s true. She feels at some tuffs between her fingers, getting along with this idea.

“Me and David would come up with challenges and things that can be won from those challenges. David will keep uploading Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays, and I’ll keep uploading on Tuesdays, Thursdays, and Saturdays. And each day we will post a challenge spliced in with other shenanigans.” You look at him and keep eye contact. “And David and I can figure out what we’ll do on Sunday cause we agreed that we want a steady stream of content so whatever it is will probably be small or just between us like a uh…?”

“Q&A?” Cody suggests.

Bless Cody and his words which break your eye contact with David. “Uh yeah. That’s actually a good idea. We’ve also agreed it’s only fitting that David's his team’s leader and I’m my team’s leader—“

Corinna raises her hand, “What do you have in mind for merch?” but doesn’t wait for you to acknowledge before she lowers it.

“Well I haven’t gotten to—nevermind, we’ll get to that. Typical shirts, those like short-short 70s shorts, leg-warmers, headbands and uh…?”

“Bandanas,” David pipes up. He picks at the corner of his eyes. “Socks, backpacks, water bottles and stuff.”

“And how do we figure out where we’ll be staying?” Chloe asks.

You keep your lips shut.

David’s unsure if he should continue or not. But when his extended groan fails to jolt you out of your stasis, he steps forward and lazily gestures the presentation behind him. Natalie flips through it sporadically to match up with what he’s saying. You’re just shocked they’ve all become so accepting.

“Well Y/n said she’s already planned a photoshoot. So like, of individual teams, teams together, individual members, members together. And like members would be paired based on their stereotype or something?” He looks for assurance and you nod. “So Amanda and Toddy — you two would be paired I guess. Uh…Heath and Cody, Chloe and Carly, Erin and Emily — ha, that’s ironic. Right?” He nudges you. He’s actually concerned at this point. You look so flustered and he’s chewing on his cheek leaning forward to get a look at you. Thankfully you snap out of it before he looks like a creep.

“Uh yeah. Yeah yeah, that sounds right,” you say.

“Okay wait,” Zane purses his lips. “What kind of photoshoot?”

“We didn’t steal your 200th video idea if that’s what you’re asking.”

He sits back with nothing to say.

“Are we allowed to leave?”

You nod. “You can go do whatever you want in your free time.”

David sniffles. “We might leave to do some stuff too.”

You click your tongue and bask in the silence. But then it gets too awkward for your liking so you clap your hands together and open your arms to any more questions (physically and figuratively). But there are none. Matt perks up but deflates immediately, and the same for the others as they find questions but come to their own conclusions.

“So…” you clap, “sound good?”

The image of you and David standing almost as one, as leaders and together for once submits everybody else into something of children looking up to their apprehensive parents. So they act as such. Some cross their arms, others stomp but ultimately say nothing. And while most begin to pout there’s a select few who couldn’t care less, only thinking of the experience they’ll be able to say they had. They seem content: Carly, Erin, Natalie, Drew, Amanda, Scotty, and Toddy.

“Good!”

David puts his hands in his pockets and begins to sway. “Okay you can go now.”

They sluggishly leave the room and that leaves you two alone in semi-silence. Nothing is said but you react appropriately and together to the curses and hisses thrown around in the next room.

“Well…” you bite your lip, “this is going to be fun.”

David holds his hand to you.

“Yup.”

And you shake it.

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Serendipity (C.B) | Chapter 18

Summary: Serendipity: (n) the chance occurrence of events in a beneficial way

Popular youtuber Isabella Hart, known as Bella to her audience, bends over backwards to separate her youtube life from her private life. Known for her overall clean content and her bubbly attitude, Isabella has a wild side to her that only those inside the youtube community know about. When Bella meets Colby during one of the trap house parties she finally meets someone she can be her genuine self with. When trouble arises after their meeting, will Bella be able to hand the pressure or will she destroy her relationship with Colby as well as herself in the process. [This starts in 2018]

Written: 2019

Word Count: 2,831

Warnings: swearing

Serendipity Masterlist

"Thank you so much for this opportunity! And thank you for taking the time to meet with me." I smile at the board members of the company that wants to start a brand deal. My manager shakes their hands before ushering my assistant and me out.

As soon as we walk off the property I wipe off my smile and put on a face mask. It's not that I'm not happy to be able to start getting brand deals again. It's just that these things are normally done through email. This company insisted on meeting with me, and after everything that happened, I don't blame them. But I woke up this morning sick. There was no way we could reschedule without looking bad. So Nick, my new manager, called Addison, my assistant, to pick me up at my apartment and bring me to the meeting while I shoved a bunch of medicine down my throat hoping something would get me through this morning.

"You did great today, Isabella. I'm sorry we couldn't cancel the meeting. And Addison, thank you for coming in early today to help us. Here, why don't you take this and get lunch on me? It's the least I could do." Nick hands Addison forty dollars.

"Thanks, but it is fine. If I couldn't be readily available then I shouldn't be an assistant. Luckily, Isabella isn't like some of the other people out here."

"Well, you should get her home. I'll reschedule everything else you should have for the rest of the week. You should be getting an email about album covers and another about the updated merch designs today. If you want those announcements to be done next week you need to respond to them by Monday." I give Nick a thumbs up.

A few minutes later we're in Addison's car. She explains that she'll drop me off at my apartment and then she'll either order postmates or go pick up our food. I agree, knowing that I'm not hungry and really don't care what she gets or when she gets it, I'll probably fall asleep before that. I pull out my phone and dial Colby's number. It rings for a little bit and goes to voicemail.

"Hey, baby. You're probably filming right now. I was just calling to check-in. I'm not feeling good so I'm probably going to sleep for the rest of the day. Just text me when you get this so I know that you and Sam are alive and not in jail." I end the call. Colby will probably enjoy the voicemail. I leave him one similar every time he and Sam are off in the world doing things they shouldn't and he doesn't answer my check-in calls.

Although, with all of the illegal things Sam and Colby do, we have a plan in case they do get arrested. Colby and I made one because I was stressed and upset because he wasn't stressed. I guess the more times they get away with trespassing and whatnot, the less stress they have. Which honestly stresses me the fuck out even more because they're starting to get cocky. The little shits even tweeted about how lucky they are while exploring. I nearly had a heart attack.

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"Addy, honestly, if you can just get me water, tea, and soup from wherever it would be much appreciated. Also, for today all you need to do is go through my prop closet to get a few things for my video next week and answer emails. You can go home as soon as you're done. Actually, you can work from home tomorrow. Oh, what the hell, take Friday off too while you're at it." I unlock the door to my apartment and let Addison set up her work station at my dining table.

"Okay, and if I'm still here when the emails about your merch and album cover come in what do you want me to do? Do you want me to wake you up or leave you a note or something?" I grab my laptop from my kitchen counter and set it on my coffee table.

"On the off chance that I'm awake let me know. Other than that just text me and when I get up I'll see it."

I finish editing my video for tomorrow and schedule it to come out. At this rate, I'll still be sick tomorrow and forget to upload. I'll probably miss Colby's calls. With the three hour time difference and the fact that he hardly sleeps, I might not miss them at all. Although, right now he's sharing a hotel room with Sam, and they might even be sharing a bed like they usually do to save money. If that's the case, Sam likes to wake up early no matter how late he sleeps. Meaning that if Colby wants any chance of trying to get a decent amount of sleep, he'll have to sleep at a decent time. Lucky for him you're not a morning person unless you have to be.

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I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing. I slowly open my eyes and see that it's not even late yet. The night light I turned on just in case I woke up in the middle of the night doesn't even look like it's on. I grab the phone and put it to my ears. I look at the clock on my side table and see that it's nearly five-thirty.

"Hello?" My voice is virtually gone.

"Wow, you sound like shit," Jake mentions on the other end.

"I'm sick you jackass. What do you want?"

"Have you heard from Sam or Colby?" The tone in his voice is worried. I sit up in bed and quickly check my messages and missed calls. The only message I have is from Addison.

"No, I haven’t. What happened?" My heart sinks.

"I rather not tell you over the phone. Just come over."

"Jake, you're scaring me. What's going on?"

"Isabella, just get over here and I promise I'll tell you everything." Jake hangs up the phone before I can try to make him tell me what's happening.

I quickly order an uber and shove things like my wallet and keys in my backpack. I hesitate on bringing my laptop and eventually just shove it in my bag along with my phone and laptop chargers. I throw in the cold medicine and fill my hydro flask with water. I scan my apartment to make sure I'm not forgetting anything important. Only, I don't know what's going on so I don't know if I'm missing anything. I grab a fresh face mask and go wait for my uber outside. It's a ten-minute drive but in my state of worry and the amount of medicine I consumed today means I'm in no shape to drive myself.

****

I get to the trap house and everyone is downstairs in the kitchen. Kat is here too, which makes sense. Jake told me to come over so he'd also call Sam's girlfriend. Everyone is talking seriously and stop when they see me walk in.

"Can I know what's going on now?" I set my bag down on the floor and join the little circle.

"Jake and I have been trying to get in contact with Sam and Colby all day. We thought they were exploring but then we remembered the time difference in Florida. They never said they were going to do an overnight so we panicked a bit." Kat explained.

"I put it on Twitter and jokingly said that I hope they're not in jail. Well, the fans being the little geniuses that they are managed to find them." Jake continues. He types something on his laptop.

"Well, where are they?" Jake flips his laptop around and shows Sam and Colby's mug shots.

"Our boys done fucked up and actually got arrested this time," Corey says while running his hand through his hair.

"We're trying to figure out what to do. We can't get in contact with them or the police station."Aaron says. He's on his computer trying to do some research.

"I have their lawyer's number," I look through my phone and search my contacts, "I kept telling Colby that we needed a plan in case something like this happens and he gave me all the important contacts. Those dumb fucks, I told them yesterday that they jinxed themselves with that stupid tweet."

I give the number to Aaron who goes into another room and calls the lawyer. I pull out my laptop and open up twitter. All everyone is doing is freaking out, making jokes, or posting the mug shots. I do what I can with the information from the mug shots and find the arrest reports.

"Guys, you got an even bigger problem, then Sam and Colby being in jail. Arrest reports are public record and they have to put the address of the people that get arrested. Meaning, that fans are going to have your address."

"Well, that is double great," Corey says.

Kat peeks over my shoulders as I read the arrest report. While Aaron is on the phone with the lawyer I feed him information from the report to make things go faster. Jake went back upstairs to stream with Griffin.

"Okay, real talk. Are we going to have to physically go down there and bail them out or should we like, buy them tickets to come home?" Corey asks.

"We shouldn't need to go down there or buy them tickets. Honestly, I'd just wait for Aaron to get done with the lawyer." Kat says as she scrolls through twitter.

In another tab I have twitter opened up that maybe the fans can help find out more information. I keep refreshing the report pages hoping for some change. Eventually one of the refreshes shows the bail amount.

"What the fuck? Okay so Sam's bail is $2000 but Colby's bail is $6000. What did he do? He has three charges for... Oh my fucking God, I'm dating a dumbass."

"What did he do?" Kat rushes in from the other room.

"He still had his fake ids on him. He's 22, what the hell is he doing with them still? I know he still gets carded when we go out so he should know they're in there. And why does he have two?"

Kat can't help but laugh and I quickly join her. When they come back we're going to have a lot of fun making fun of them about this. Eventually, I go back on twitter and see that Elijah is adding more fuel to the fire by saying he's helping. I quickly pull out my phone and dial his number. After a few rings, he picks up.

"Hello?"

"What are you doing?"

"Who is this?"

"It's Isabella. Why are you tricking the fans into thinking that you're helping?"

"I'm not—"

"If you think you can gain clout from this situation, we're going to have a real problem."

"Are you threatening me?"

"No, I'm telling you that you either help us out for real or shut the fuck up because we don't need the added stress right now."

"I do want to help. Trust me, I know more about this than you think."

"I don't doubt that. Give me a few minutes and I'll text you." I hang up and ask Aaron if I could give his number to Elijah. When he says yes I send his number and attempt to do damage control on twitter.

Based on what I'm reading fans are calling the station and camping outside. I know they mean well but they are possibly making the situation worse and making it difficult for us to do what we need to do. Also, by trying to camp out at the station they are potentially putting themselves in danger.

I also see that Jake is publicly calling Elijah out and Elijah is baiting him. I quickly run upstairs and knock on the door. I explain that Elijah is helping to Jake. His live stream is still on so I make sure to whisper and cover my mouth.

"You're hot," Jake says randomly.

"Wha—" Jake surprises me by putting his hand on my forehead.

"Oh shit, you're burning up."

"I told you I was sick when you called."

"Hey Griff, take over for a bit. I'll be back. If she dies while Colby's in jail, he'll kick all of our asses." Jake stands up and drags me out of the room.

"I have medicine in my backpack. I'll take it and go back to what I was doing." I try to go downstairs but Jake keeps pulling me towards the Sam and Colby hallway.

"Oh no, you won't. Colby told us to keep an eye on you while he's gone. You're going to sleep in Colby's room. I'll get your bag. You're sweating and your body heat is radiating off of you."

I'm too tired to argue with Jake. I walk into the room and flop down on the bed. I'll clean the sheets before Colby gets back so he doesn't get sick. Jake leaves and a few minutes later he comes back with Kat. They reassure me that they have everything under control and that they'll only wake me if it was necessary. After a few minutes, I fall asleep.

****

I wake up to the sound of someone walking around the room. I open my eyes and see grey in front of me. It takes a few seconds to remember that I'm still at the trap house and sleeping on Colby's couch. In the middle of the night after the boys got arrested I had a false sense of maybe I wasn't sick anymore. I quietly cleaned Colby's bed of all my germs. It wasn't until after I made Colby's bed and at some of his snacks that I felt sick again and that I might throw up. Luckily I didn't, but as a precaution, I slept on the couch because it was the closest to the door.

The rest of Friday was a blur. I remember times when Jake, Aaron, Devyn, or Corey would wake me up to eat or take medicine. In those moments they would fill me in on what's going on with Sam and Colby. The last thing I remember was hearing was that Colby finally got out on bail and that they would be flying back tomorrow. It was still early because I had to respond to the emails about my merch and album art before going back to sleep.

I turn to see Colby tip-toeing around the room. His eyes lock with mine and he smiles.

"Good morning beautiful," He whispers while coming to sit next to me. I sit up and latch on to him.

"You're home. You're safe. Are you okay? Not hurt anywhere?" I quickly check him over.

"I'm fine, Iz. I'm okay, I promise." Colby chuckles to himself.

"Good, then I won't feel bad when I do this." I smack Colby hard against the head.

"Ow! What the fuck? What was that for?" Colby rubs the spot where I hit him.

"Oh, you know why, you jerk. That was for making me worry and for not getting rid of your fake ids."

"I'm sorry. For making you worry. And honestly, I forgot that I had them in my wallet."

"I'm only partially sorry for smacking you. Anyway, are you really okay? Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really; not right now anyway. All I want to do is sleep in my bed with you next to me."

"Just don't kiss me. I'm still a bit sick."

I climb into the bed before Colby. He puts his suitcase away and takes off his shirt before climbing in next to me. I lay my head on his chest and trace circles on his chest. Colby rubs my back softly. It's quiet for a while. I can't fall back asleep. I can't tell if it's because I basically slept for 2 days or because Colby is keeping things bottled up.

"Hey, Iz? You still up?" Colby asks. He doesn't stop rubbing my back.

"Yeah. What's wrong?" I sit up and prop my head in my hand.

"Nothing's wrong. After Sam and I met with the lawyer this morning we decided to stop exploring abandoned buildings for a bit. We're still going to explore, we're just going to do it safely and legally. I was wondering if you would come with us one day?"

"Yeah, I'll go. We can talk about it more when the three of us are together. Now go to sleep. Want me to sing you a lullaby?"

"I wouldn't hate it if you did." I lay my head back down on Colby's chest and start to softly sing a song at the top of my head. Soon Colby drifts off to sleep and I join soon after.

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