Warnings? None? Poorly executed idea?
Summary: You and Colson fall in love when you're spending the summer in California
You hear a light tap on your window, a knowing smile crawling onto your lips. You get up from your place on your bed, whipping open the curtains to reveal Colson grinning outside your window. You pull up the window, Colson climbing in the minute you give him room.
As soon as he steps in, he’s pulling you into an embrace ducking down to meet his lips to yours. You’re grinning like a teenager who’s just had her first kiss and doesn’t want to forget the feeling of it. Your smile becomes too wide and you break apart from each other, staying close as your breath mingles.
“Hi,” you giggle out feeling like your heart is flying on an airplane, farther and farther away from you.
“Hi gorgeous,” he echoes and your heart beats a little faster.
You nod and Colson climbs back out the window, just like the way he came in. He takes your hand, helping you out and you end up back in his arms again. The two of you walk side by side, hands intertwined totally forgetting you should be sneaking out, scared that your parents might see you.
You were staying in LA for the summer, your parents had you packed the day you finished college and you were on a flight out that night. You wouldn’t return home to the east coast until a week before school started up again.
You didn’t know why your parents decided on a vacation here and for so long but you weren’t arguing. You loved being able to roam around California, taking your time seeing the sights you normally would have to cram together if you were only there for a week.
You had met Colson one day when shopping in Beverly hills. You were weighed down by what felt like a million shopping bags when you quite literally ran into the tall blonde. He insisted on helping you back to your car considering you looked more like a walking shopping rack than a person.
You thanked him gratefully and by the end of the walk, he had your number. As cheesy as it was, Colson felt like an old friend you ran into. One that you bumped into and helped you out solely so you could talk and catch up. He never felt like a stranger.
Colson never felt such a strong connection to someone in his life. It had hit him full force, kinda like coming home after a long tour. He felt like he was talking to an old friend that day, one where no matter the amount of time that has passed, the two of you fall back into the same rhythm with no problem.
He even respected the fact that your parents really wouldn’t want you in a summer romance with a pretty famous singer. He understood that your family was strict, and you wanted to leave this to the two of you.
“Where are we going?” you ask as Colson opens up the door to the car letting you step in.
“You’ll see,” he says getting into the car and you smile.
You had always felt comfortable with Colson from the start. It didn’t feel like the two of you were people who just met and would be separated soon. You tried every day not to think of the inevitable. The day you flew back to the east coast and become a distant memory in Colson’s mind.
At this thought, you pull at Colson’s hand resting on the gear shift, pulling it into your lap. Colson smiles quietly at you, speeding away into the night. When you get to your destination you tilt your head in confusion. A big sign spelling out bowling in all caps glows above Colson’s car.
“We’re going bowling?” you ask and Colson grins sheepishly.
“I haven’t been bowling in years,” you continue and Colson grins widely.
You two head inside, grabbing shoes and Colson pays for the lane. You look around the place and realize just how tiny it is. There had to be only four or five other people and it looked like older couples, not paying attention to their surroundings. The place was run down, hanging on by a thread and a smile crosses your lips, it reminded you of home.
Colson pulls you over to the lane you’re in, and you lace up the shoes before wandering off to find a bowling ball. You come back together, the two of you ready to start bowling.
You had been bowling a million times before, your family used it as a bonding tool on Friday nights. You hadn’t been in years though, your family pulling away as you and your brother grew up.
“Ladies first,” Colson offers and you stroll up to the lane.
You throw the ball, knocking down almost all of the pins. You turn to Col who’s grinning proudly at you. You walk past him, him jokingly slapping your butt as you walk and you cackle loudly.
You both go on back and forth, talking about whatever, and eventually, you take a break after your first game. Colson comes and sits next to you, throwing an arm around your shoulders and you lean into his touch.
“You know, I was thinking,” Col starts. “That on your last day we just go ape shit and throw a huge party.”
“Really? I was thinking like you, me, the guys at a bar getting drunk,” you respond and Colson smiles.
“You always were the smart one in this relationship.”
You smile, leaning your head onto Colson’s shoulder, and try not to think about the inevitable.
“I don’t wanna leave,” you admit.
“I don’t want you to leave,” he says, leaning his chin on top of your head.
You’re both silent, thinking about what you both have avoided all summer. Your romance would have to come to an end at some point, that point you really didn’t want to reach. This has been the best thing that’s happened to you in a while, the fact that you had to leave it one day sucked to think about.
“Hey,” Colson says, nudging your shoulder.
“You’re the best thing that has ever happened to me,” he admits and a smile grows on your lips.
You grin, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips. God, you were lucky.
You were getting ready to go to the bar with Colson and his friends, excitement coursing through your veins. It was your last night in California, your parents and you would be leaving the next night, and you were crying internally at the revelation.
You really didn’t want this day to come. You have spent weeks not even entertaining the idea of your last day and yet here you were. You didn’t even know how you were supposed to go home after a summer like this and act as nothing happened.
Just like clockwork, Kells knocks on your window, helping you out and leading you towards the choice of vehicle tonight. You climb in and anxiously head out to the bar. When you get there you and Colson find his friends with ease, the loudest people in the back that are already drinking.
“There’s the party girl!” Rook yells upon seeing you.
You greet everyone, grabbing a shot when you get to the table and downing it with no problem.
For the rest of the night, you’re pretty drunk. You hold onto Colson, drunk you becoming very clingy and not wanting to acknowledge the fact that you were leaving him soon.
Colson stays mostly sober through it all. Not wanting to forget one of the last memories he was going to have with you. And he figured when you’re just short of stumbling around the bar that you two should head home.
“But baby I don’t want to leave,” you slur out.
Tears form in your eyes, unwillingly falling down as Colson leads you outside and to the cab. Once inside, your head ends up in his lap as you start to cry, Colson’s heartbreaking at the sound.
You’re pretty sober by the time you get home, Colson still holds onto you as he walks you to your window. When you get there, you lean against the side of the rental house, looking up at your tall boyfriend.
“Thank you,” you say finally and Colson regards you with curious eyes.
“For giving me the best summer of my life.”
Colson sweeps you into his arms, and yours fall to his shoulders. He dips you back, his lips against yours and your heart stops.
“I’ll see you later?” Colson asks and you can't form any other words so you nod, letting him pull you into his arms for the last time.
You climb back into your window and watch as Colson walks away.
You flop onto your bed, crying your eyes out wishing you could say more than what you did at the end. Wishing the two of you could stay together, wishing that this was a nightmare you’ll wake up from any minute.
Your regret eats away at you, burning a hole through your heart. You had to do something, say something, see Colson one last time. This couldn’t be over like that.
With a half brilliant and half nervous mind, you figure out what to do. You’re launching yourself out the window once more, beelining straight for Colson’s mansion.
You get there and hop over the fence, searching the ground for a rock or pebble. When you find one, you leverage it in your hand. You think it over once more before chucking the rock at kells window. When nothing happens, you throw another and another until a light flickers on.
“(y/n)?” Colson yells down when he sees you two stories below.
“I love you!!” you yell up to him. “I needed to say it before I left. I love you so much it hurts.”
Colson drops his head, grinning like an idiot before casting his eyes back at you. Without another word, he shuts the window and for a second your heart drops in despair. You’re about to turn around and walk away when you hear the front door open.
You watch as Colson takes easy strides over to you, scooping you up into his arms.
“I love you. I’m never letting you go.”
