Chapter three

  Sam looked from his phone to his white faced bedroom wall a bag packed sat next to him. Was he really doing this? Was he really going to spend the weekend at Colby Brock's home? After seeing Colby's note Sam couldn't resist the idea of meeting the real Colby. The facade was getting old and Sam wanted see the raw interior and so texted Colby and willingly agreed to go over and spend the night. Something much like butterflies swirled in his stomach as his brain furiously reminded him of the leather jacket and his immense hatred towards Colby Brock. Swallowing his thoughts and nerves Sam wished himself good luck and headed down his steps. 

 "Mom I'm going over to a friends house." Sam's voice echoed through the big house as he waited for his mother's approval as he stood by the front door ready to leave, "Alright sweetie just be safe and keep me updated!" At the sound of his mother's voice Sam rocketed out the door before he changed his mind and went back to sit in his safe room, his personal heaven that no one could get into, not even Colby Brock. The sound of Sam's foot steps echoed down the empty streets as the afternoon sun filtered through the trees. Cars went by every once in a while leaving Sam alone with his thoughts. He was never the one to make friends for who enjoys talking to a shadow? They're nothing but black shapes of nothing and Sam some days felt like nothing. Somewhere deep inside of him he felt a little budding hope that maybe, just maybe Colby, the real Colby could be his friend and shape his black nothing into something. Sam wanted to have someone he could talk to and get along with and maybe his self proclaimed enemy could be the person who changes it all. So as his foot steps fell Sam prayed to what ever higher being was up there that maybe just maybe Colby Brock won't be so bad. 

 The Brock's house was exactly a 25 minute walk from Sam's. The house itself was moderate size, the house had a front porch with swing on it. The door had flaked paint but it looked homey. Underneath held a mat that read Welcome with hearts on it. Sam stood on the mat and took his breath insure what was behind the door. Would it be cool smiles and leather jackets or would it be Colby Brock. Only one way Sam would find out, he knocked. Sam counted down quietly as he heard racing footsteps come to the door, "3...2..." The door burst open revealing Colby. He wore a holed grey hoodie and loose skinny jeans with black socks. His hair was messily mused to the left and his hands were adorned with familiar rings. Instead of cold eyes they held a slight swirl to them that if you looked in them for too long you would get lost. His smile was neither cool nor cocky it was instead warm and welcoming. Sam felt his mouth hanging slightly ajar as Colby stood it front of him awkwardly bouncing on the balls of his feet, "Uh Sam, you want to come in?" Sam only nodded not sure how to act around this different Colby. He waited to see a wink or watch him saunter in after him but instead the boy walked quickly towards Sam almost as if he was five with too much energy. Sam's hatred for the boy seemed to melt off of him as Colby sent him another warm grin.

 "Let's start over," Colby announced sticking his hand out for Sam to grasp, "My name is Colby Brock. This would be my twelfth school I've gone to. My family just moved here from Colorado. It's nice to meet you." Sam grinned back at the boy as he played along grasping Colby's hand, "Hi there. It's a pleasure to meet you. My name is Samuel Golbach but you can call me Sam. I've lived here in Kansas my whole life." The two shook hands as laughter filled the once quiet house. Silence followed after it as the two boys pulled their hands away and stared awkwardly at each other, "So Colby where should I, uh put my stuff?" Sam held his bag up to show Colby who only motioned for him to follow. Together they walked up the houses steps their footsteps in time with each other. Colby walked Sam into a room that Sam knew instantly was Colby's. The walls were white but had posters of various bands plastered to the wall. The were hung up as messily as Colby's hair. The ground was littered with small things of trash but Sam didn't mind it just seemed to make the room feel more 'lived in'. His desk held a lap top and an old camera along with discarded papers. His bookshelves held books and notebooks that lay messily on the shelve. Sam let out a chuckle as he laid his bag on Colby's unmade bed, "I see that you are messy type." Definitely different from the Colby from school the cool, clean cut guy Sam often saw. Colby only nodded, 

 "What can I say I'm a messy guy." Colby laughed as Sam braced himself to hear cutie or Golbach afterwords but none came, "So uh what would you like to do Sam, since you are a guest here at my house." Colby asked as he awkwardly rubbed his neck with the back of his hand. Tension was in the air, neither of the boys knew how to act due to the fact they hardly knew one another and that at school one of the idiots was playing fraud the whole time. Sam only shrugged in response, "How about we play 20 questions? Get to know one another a bit?" The suggestion hung in the air as Sam resisted the urge to face palm. What kind of idiot suggests to play 20 questions when at someone's house? But to his surprise Colby only shrugged and murmured an, "Alright." The two boys sat down on Colby's bed, Sam's bag mindlessly kicked to the floor, "So uh Sam when is your birthday?" 

 As the two went back in forth with questions and answer one thing was painfully obvious to both Sam and Colby, this was going to be a long and awkward filled weekend. 

A/N: Wow two updates in one night, don't expect that to happen too often. Anyways I just want to say thank you to all the votes and comments. They really do mean the world to me. See you all in the next update!~ Nightmare