Colby
Emma: I really don't think making pizza classifies as making dinner. We need to choose something that challenges us.
Colby: Pizza is challenging when made drunk. Picked up lots of booze; it will be a fun game.
Emma: We are not cooking drunk, you're just asking to set your place on fire, and then where would that put us? Looking at Playboys together under a bridge while sharing a sleeping bag for shelter.
Colby: That doesn't sound exciting to you?
Emma: Not even in the slightest.
Colby: Fine, no pizza. How about goulash? That's simple and doesn't require having to be drunk.
Emma: Can we have garlic bread with it?
Colby: I would be pissed if you came home without it.
Emma: Will you judge me if I eat half of the loaf?
Colby: Will you judge me if I lick the sauce jar clean?
Emma: I think we just established a judgment-free zone. Can you attest to this?
Colby: Attested.
Emma: Good. We shall convene at six. Bring your cooking pants.
I pocket my phone and direct my attention back at the plans in front of me. These new videos are going to be hard to film. A lot of traveling in the future.
A strong arm claps me on the back and I turn to see Sam and Jake walk up behind me. "Justin
is editing up on the second floor." Sam runs his hand through his hair fixing it.
Sam and Jake exchange looks.
"You like her don't you?" Sam interrupts.
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My Best Friend's Ex (Edited)
FanfictionWhen I found an eviction notice taped on my apartment door, I had two options: find a comfortable cardboard box to call home, or move in with Colby Brock. Seeing that cardboard makes me feel itchy, I chose the latter. Which shouldn't be that big of...
