One and Only

7

Halfway to the trampoline park, Colby placed his hand on my thigh. I tried not to react to it but I couldn't help the smile creeping upon my face.

Colby's POV

Halfway to the trampoline park, I placed my hand on Echo's thigh. I don't know why. I just felt like doing it. I glanced over and saw her looking at my hand, smiling. I couldn't help but smirk. This was the moment I realized, I love this girl. So much. When we pulled up to the trampoline park, I parked the car next to Sam's. I got out and ran over to Echo's side, opening the door for her.
"Thank you kind sir!" She said jokingly with a smile as she got out. As we walked to the door of the trampoline park, she grabbed my arm.

"Colby?"
I turn around to face her.
"Yes sweetheart?" I ask.
"I want you to remember that I have a fainting disorder and I might faint when I see Sam, Jake, and Corey. Just be prepared for anything."

"Ok." I said with a reassuring smile. I grabbed her hands and lead her inside, stopping her from entering the final door. "Wait here." I said as she nodded and leaned back against the wall. I walked inside to see Sam, Jake, and Corey all sitting at the tables, waiting for us. I walk up to them and sit down.
"Hey guys? I need to talk to you." I say.

Sam: "What's up man?"

Corey and Jake put their phones down so they could listen.

"Echo has a fainting disorder. I found that out when I first met her. When she sees you guys, she's most likely gonna faint. She faints when she get overwhelmed. She could also faint on the random."

"Oh" Sam said with a concerned face.

"Is she ok?" Jake asked.

"Ya she's ok. I just thought I'd let you know so you don't freak out."

I stood up and walked to the door. I opened it to see Echo sitting on the floor curled up in a ball with her head in her hands. She was also shaking violently and seemed to he crying.

"Are you ok?" I ask urgently, kneeling down beside her. She looks up at me. Tears are flooding from her eyes and her cheeks are red as roses.

"Hey whats wrong?" I ask gently, placing my hand on her knee.

"You don't really like me do you?" She chokes out through her tears.

"What makes you say that?" I ask her.

"I'm to fat and to ugly."

She starts crying even harder. How could she say this about herself?