Sorry this is a little short
I scrolled through Instagram looking at all the beautiful hourglass figured girls on my feed. And I see, colbybrock liked the photo. It doesn't piss me off. But it just makes me think. What does he see in me. Because he clearly has a type, all his girl friends look hot and have got bodies. But then there's me, his one friend who looks nothing like the rest.
I look at the girl in a bikini, wishing I could be her. I mean I would love to have her body, all the boys drool over it. I start to tear up thinking about mine and Colby's friendship. Is he using me? Why would he be friends with me? I cuddle up into my blanket and start to cry. Tears fell down my face as I thought of how ugly I am.
The door creeks open.
"Y/n what's wrong?" Colby comes in sounding very concerned.
"Nothing" I blatantly say wiping my tears.
"I know when somethings up, what happened" he sit on my bed.
"I said nothing happened" I sniffle.
He sighs and moves. I can't see where he's going but I then feel and arm wrap around my side.
"Talk to me, please" he whispered in my ear.
"I can't" I turn my head to him.
"Why?" He asks.
"Because" I say.
"Y/n, i want to help. But first you need to tell me what's wrong" he hugs my side.
"I don't know where to start" I sigh.
"Take your time" he rubs my arm.
I take a moment and think of how I want to word this.
"So you have other girl friends right, I'm not jealous. But I think about all the girls your friends with, I see the same pattern. Then there's me. All the other girls are perfect. Their bodies are beautiful. Their skinny. Everything. But then there's me. I don't understand how I fit in there. I'm just ugly and insecure" I let a few tears fall down my face.
Colby listened through the whole thing not stopping me once.
"Y/n. I find all of my friends beautiful. Including you. When we became friends, I never focused on your body. It was your personality that attracted me. You are perfect to me in every way. I don't want you to feel less about yourself. And I can't believe I'm saying this. But I never really cared about your appearance because I like you, for the way you are. I really like you" he confesses.
I sit there in shock. Did Colby really just confess feelings for me. I thought they were just a one way thing for me.
"W-what- wait I'm-Colby. You?" I stumble on my words still trying to process it.
"I like you, yes" he looked down.
"I like you too" I whisper.
He lifted his head up and a tiny smile and plastered on his face.
"Then I can do this" he says and leans in to kiss me.
We shared a passionate kiss, I wanted it to last forever. But nothing can really last that long.
"Are you actually gunna want to go through the trouble of an insecure girl" I say now second guessing myself.
"Of course. I'm willing to help you through it" he smiles.
"Thank you Colby"
