somebody else, matt sturniolo

forty four

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somebody else !

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emersyn is on colby's couch, a flash episode playing as background on the tv. she's actually kind of exhausted. first, colby took her took her to krispy kreme, and afterwards she complained for an hour that there's none in boston. then he took her to universal, which he seriously didn't need to do. he told her he'd give her a tour of the city and then took her to a theme park. like bro? and lastly, he brought her to the last bookstore. which was very clearly a fucking goldmine for the girl.

she was like a kid in a candy store the entirety of the trip, and colby genuinely thought it was adorable. she's got her feet propped up in his living room, her phone laying across her chest and on do not disturb. she feels pretty good, a lot of the time she was out and about with colby, matt barely crossed her mind, and that was her whole goal of going on this trip.

colby is in the other room, talking to sam as he edits the next video. emersyn has little to no idea about what they're conversing about so quietly in there, but it's not her business so she doesn't really care.

the episode ends, and when the next starts, colby reenters the room. "what're you watching?"

"the fastest man alive create an evil version of himself that wants to kill his future wife."

colby plops down onto the couch beside her, his lips parted stupidly. "bro what?"

emersyn rolls her eyes, because there's no way bro has never seen the flash before. "the flash. grant gustin, barry allen? do you live under a fucking rock?"

colby frowns with a shrug as he throws his arm nonchalantly behind her on the couch. "is it good?" he asks, gesturing to the tv.

"good enough for me to rewatch once every six months."

"well hurry up and finish your episode, our day isn't over yet."

emersyn turns to him, head tilted. "there's more to do?"

"emmy, this is la, there's always more to do."

frowning, emersyn nods. "fair point. but we can leave now, if you want. the episode like just started."

colby takes that as his opportunity, he jumps up from the couch and stands, looking down at her. he holds his hand out, waiting for her to take it. "something tells me this is going to be your favorite of the day."

emersyn squints up at him, her face scrunching up in curiosity. "alright, now i'm intrigued."

they take about a thirty minute drive, and emersyn teases him that he could be a serial killer taking her out in the middle of nowhere. finally, the car stops by a big hill with a hiking trail in the center. it's becoming dark, and colby switches the engine off.

smirking, he reaches into the backseat behind emersyn for something, but pauses as he does, "okay, this might be a little illegal. are you good with that?"

what the fuck kind of question is that. like literally what. the. fuck. emersyn's lips part, looking at him his her face scrunched up and her brows twisted. "what the actual fuck are you talking about?"