Colbie Caillat Bubbly Novels & Stories

I whispered, my voice barely audible. Colby's eyes blazed with a fierce intensity, his jaw clenched in rage. "Hey," he whispered, his voice low and menacing. I locked eyes with him, a spark of defiance igniting within me. "Are you here because of Jayden's birthday?" I asked, trying to sound cautious. Colby's expression twisted in disgust. "Hell no, I'm not here for that fucking idiot. Why would I care about him?" His voice dripped with venom. "I just decided to come down because the music was too loud, and then I saw you both."

Alyne works at a cafe not far from where she lives, every Monday to Friday the girl works there until 8 pm. She served as a waiter and also sometimes doubled as a cafe singer when the band that usually perform was unable to attend. Tonight, she is now sitting strumming her guitar on a small stage in the corner of the room, her melodious voice began to fill the entire cafe, everyone there stopped their respective conversations and chose to stare at the source of the sound, as if they were all hypnotized with the voice of a girl who had been seen performing on the stage several times.

“Yeah. I think so. Leave the curls, but don’t do anything fancy with it. You don’t need to.” “Alright. What are you doing with yours?” “Colby likes it when I put it up in high pony tails?” “Oh? Why?” “He says it gives him a better view of my neck, and his mark on it.” “Seriously?” “Yup. He says my neck is my sexiest feature.” “Huh? I always thought he was a boob male?” “Oh he is, believe me. He LOVES my boobs. He especially loves to use them as pillows, but he says my neck is even sexier than my boobs.”