Colby Brock Imagines 2

Colby Doesn't Think He's Important To You...

I was laying on Colby's couch in his apartment, scrolling through my phone when Colby came in. He came over quietly and sat down and moved my legs to over cross his lap. I giggled and looked up at him but he was just tracing his fingers on my jeans and he had a blank look on his face. Finally he sighed and spoke with out looking at me.

"Y/n... Can we talk, please?"

I nodded.

"Of course. what's going on?"

He paused before finally speaking up again.

"Y/n, I'm not that important to you."

I looked at him with confusion before I sat up and sat on his lap, cupping his cheeks in my hands to make him look me in the eyes.

"If I was dying on my knees, I trust that you'd be the one to rescue me. And if you were dying on your knees, I would be the one to rescue you. So never think that, ok baby?"

He nodded and I kissed his lips gently while still cupping his cheeks. 

He wrapped his arms around my body and when we pulled away, I rested my forehead against his.

"I love you."

I mumbled.

"I love you too, Y/n. Thank you."