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Colby smiled at the mirror. He ended up choosing the baggy purple sweater and some black skinny jeans. For once he thought he looked good, which was true to everyone else. Colby took in a deep breath, preparing himself for the insane strobe lighting, the judgemental fakes, the smell of alcohol and sweat mixing together, and of course, there were always some people banging in the washrooms. He could never get away from the fangirls that followed him and tried to seduce him, of course, it never worked. 

Colby put his hands in front of him, leaning them against the marble counter as he stared deeply into his dull grey eyes, which used to be a beautifully vibrant, and deep blue that anyone could get lost in. Colby saw nothing but a useless wreck that was too afraid to come out of the closet. His face was slightly puffy from all the sobbing and mental breakdowns. He wondered what caused those breakdowns in the first place. Oh, right. He thought about Sam. Where is Sam anyways? He should've been back from Katrina's residence yesterday. The thought of that makes Colby's blood boil. He knows that he isn't good enough for Sam though, but he just wanted to be in his arms right now.

Colby disconnected his eye contact with the mirror, not being able to look at himself anymore. Colby sighs, going to pick up his phone to check the time. 

7:21 P.M

Colby shrugged and shoved his phone into his pocket before walking off into the distance of the house, heading downstairs. Colby walked over to the love sac and fell onto it, facing the roof. He started to scroll on his phone, looking at all the hate comments on his videos. 

'Bro, this shit is so cringe!'

'Sam's the better half.'

'Just kill yourself, Cole!'

'The only member I hate in the Trap House is Colby.'

Tears welled up in his eyes. He didn't understand how these comments were affecting him so easily. Colby just dropped his phone and looked around, not seeing anyone. There wasn't any screaming, laughing, or disturbing noises, and there was no lecturing, which Colby was grateful for. It felt odd seeing nobody around, I mean, There were six people living here, including Colby.

 _ {:Colby's POV:}_

I wonder when Jake's arriving? I mean, doesn't the party start at eight?.. or does he pick me up at eight? Fuck, I forgot. I chuckled slightly at my stupidity before getting up to go sit in the backyard. I made my way over to the pool, bending over and dipping my hand in the cold satisfying feeling. I pulled up my sleeve slightly, dipping my arm farther into the pool, giving my cuts a small sting, but it wasn't enough. I pull out my arm and pull up my sleeve, standing up straight before walking away. 

I walked over toward the right gate, opening it and locking it before heading toward the front. I stood near the door, waiting for the anonymous Jake Webber to arrive. I wonder what he's going to wear? Probably some hilarious Shirt and a fake chain with skinny jeans... like me. It's not my fault that I can't afford a real chain. I just don't feel like spending hundreds on a silver chain... I'll spend hundreds on rings though. 

It feels like forever. It feels like decades have passed while I've been sitting out front, waiting for Jake to arrive. Speak of the devil... Jake showed up in a huge hot pink truck, making me chuckle to myself slightly as I stare at it in awe. Jake slowly rolled down the window.

"Get in young lad!" Jake shouted with an Irish accent from the window. I chuckled and opened the door, hoping in the front seat. Jake's wearing a hot pink shirt with overalls and he had a goofy grin on his face. Of course, I laugh my ass off, trying to catch my breath, my face starting to hurt from smiling. Maybe I could enjoy this night?

"Wh- What are you wearing?!" I asked, wheezing on 'what'. Jake makes a joking offended face before answering,

"Tara made me wear it, were matching," Jake said with an expressionless face and monotone voice, making me laugh more. 

This was the Jake Webber I missed.

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We finally arrived at Taras, the music blasting on max volume, the strobe lights blinding me every twenty seconds, the smell of alcohol and sweat combining, people bumping and grinding, and... some people giving BJs in the bathrooms. Great. 

But of course, I stood in the corner with a can of white claw, sipping every two seconds till I was black-out drunk. I saw everyone hanging out, their smiles bright as they dance with their lovers ever so often. I sighed, feeling alone as I was with a group of people. 

I couldn't wait for this night to be over...