Colby Brock Imagines

Moving in.

You loved walking around the street, to the park, the woods and other places you could. It all started when your parents kept fighting, (always about something little.) and leaving the house was a little escape.

"You didn't clean the dishes" , "Whare were you?" the list goes on and on. That made your day(s) go on longer than needed. The 24 hours made it seem longer.

Whare would you go? When everything was flinging downhill? Colby.

Colby was your safe haven. When your parents were arguing, Colby would happily open his house with welcoming arms; understanding what was going on with your family, he was your second family.

Everyone needed one. As far as you knew everyone did. 

You were walking, again, walking over to your second family. You texted him saying you were coming because of the arguing. He replied saying he was ready.

When you arrived Colby opened the door smiling opening his arms like he dose all the other times. You smile back and hug his body close to yours. Then the tears strayed coming, "Awe, Y/N, it's ok, it's ok." Colby whispered.

But the tears kept streaming. "Colby," you gasped searching for air. "I can't live like this anymore." You sobbed holding his body tighter. Colby did the same.

"Why don't you just leave baby?" Colby whispered kissing the top of your head. "I hate seeing you sad." You sniffled burring your head into his chest.

"I cant leave Colby.." You gasped for air again. "I have nowhere to go.."

"Y/N" Colby lifted your your head cupping your face with your hands. "You have me. Live with me. Stay with me. Forever." Colby smiled kissing your lips.

You thought. It wasn't hard at all. You wanted this, you wanted him. You longed to be with him as long as you could.

"Can I?" You smile softly, still with small streams of tears.

"Of course you can baby." Colby kissed your forehead again. "You can always stay with me. I what you to."

The tears stopped. You were happy. The most you were ever. You hoped for the arguing to stop happening back home home. You wanted your mom and dad happy. But your happiness was first and that happiness was fully beginning with Colby.