Colby Brock Imagines

I Promise (Part 2 to I'm Done)

Y/N POV

I leave the house. I get in my car and start to drive away, watching the house disappear in my rearview mirror. I feel the tears coming on, trying to hold them back. 

Colby's POV

I heard the door slam shut. I am in shock. I can't believe she knew about that. Yea, I did it, but I didn't cheat on her. I was all over those girls, but one of them kissed me and I tried to push myself off, but she was strong. Like really really strong. I would never intentionally hurt y/n. Ever. 

I feel the tears run down my cheeks. What do I do? She probably hates me now to where she won't let me explain. I run to Sam's room. I knock on the door.

Sam opens the door, "Hey, you okay? I heard the door slam..." I shake my head.

"No, y/n. She-she got snaps of me at the party last night. One of them was a girl kissing me. She kissed me Sam. But, y/n thinks I was kissing her. She thinks it went farther because she put herself against the wall and pulled me to her and held me by my collar, I couldn't move...she won't let me explain...what do I do?" I look into his room and see Kat.

"That's not the only reason she's upset, Colby." Sam moves out of the doorway and let's me in. I sit beside Kat.

"Then what else is it?" Kat sits there and explains to me how terrible of a boyfriend I have been. And she's right. I need to make things better. Right now. 

I stand up and look and Sam and Kat, "Thank you both. I'm gonna go fix everything." I walk out of his room and go to the front door. I grab my keys and get in my car and speed to y/n's apartment.

Y/N's POV

Once I get to my apartment building, I go to my apartment. My hands are shaking so much, and I can't understand why. Maybe from all of the anxiety from this whole situation. I sigh and take my apartment key out to unlock the door. I struggle to get the key in the lock because of my shaky hands.

After a few attempts, I finally get it unlocked and I walk in. I throw my keys on the counter and lean my back against the door. I knew it was going to happen. As soon as I felt my back touch the door, I broke down completely. Causing myself to slide down the door and put my knees to my chest.

Yes, I realize I broke it off this time, but it doesn't mean I don't love him. I just wish he would at least try. Try to put the same amount of effort into the relationship as I was. Try to communicate. Try to understand where I was coming from. Try to spend more time with me than just filming a video. Just try. 

I stayed in that same spot for about 30 minutes. I finally decided to go take a shower. I walk to my bathroom. I turned on my favorite music and turned it up as loud as it could go, not caring if my neighbors complained to the building owner. I started the water, making sure it was hot enough I could feel tension in my neck, back and shoulders relieve as soon as I stepped under it. I got undressed, and entered the shower. I put my back towards the water and felt it consume my body. I immediately felt all of the tension release from my body. I closed my eyes and just stood there for a second. For the first time in a month or two, I felt relaxed, calm. 

I let about five minutes pass by and started to wash my hair and body. Once I finished, I turned the water off, grabbed my towel, wrapped it around me, and stepped out. I felt the cool breeze rush against my wet skin. Shivering a little, but after a little while it started to feel nice. I dry myself off and start to get dressed. As I finish getting dressed, I hear the door bell ring.

I walk out to the door, drying my hair. I open it. What's standing in front of me, makes me want to slam the door closed. Colby Brock. I start to shut the door, when a foot stops me. I roll my eyes. "No." 

I start to walk back to my bathroom, "Then just listen, please." That voice he used, I could tell how desperately he wanted to talk. I sigh, my back still facing him. 

"Fine, but I got shit to do, so make it fast." I turn around, crossing my arms across my chest, staring at him with a bit harsh eyes.

He nods, "Look, I'm sorry. Okay? I realize I haven't been the best boyfriend. I realize I haven't even tried proving to you that I was all in and you can be mad at me for that all you want. But, I swear to God, y/n. I did not cheat on you. There was a girl there who was shit faced. She pushed herself against a wall, she pulled me by my shirt. She held on like she was going to pick me up off the floor. I tried to pull away, but I couldn't. Then when she asked me if I wanted to leave with her, I told her no. And I came up with an embarrassing reason to get away from her. Because I love you. These parties, I don't let you go, because I don't want you to get hurt. I wanna keep you safe. Most of these parties are a bunch of YouTubers and Sam and I are trying to find more people to collab with." By the time he's done with that explanation, he has a river rolling down his face. "To prove to you, just how all in I am," he pulls out a blue velvet box and opens it up to reveal a ring with diamonds all around it, "This is a promise ring. This is my promise to you that I will make you my wife someday, I promise to love you, I promise to communicate, I promise to always be there, I promise to be a better boyfriend, and someday, the best husband. I promise to always support you. I promise."

I have my mouth covered with my hands, in shock. I can't believe him right now. I look at him with tears in my eyes, "Promise me one more thing."

He nods, "Anything."

I sniff, "Promise me,no more parties, no more drinking, unless I, or one of the roommates are present."

He nods, "Yes, of course." I nod. He slides the ring onto my ring finger. He places his hands on either side of my face and kisses me lightly but with so much love. I place my hands on his waist and smile into the kiss. I pull away and hug him tightly. I look at him, "Okay, since we're okay, I really need to get ready if I'm coming back over tonight."

He nods, "I was thinking tonight, let's just stay here and have our own privacy. Just you and me time." He smiles. I smile really big. "That sounds perfect, but I still gotta do my hair," I laugh. He lets me go but follows me. 

The rest of that night, we just held each other, with occasional kisses on the lips, cheeks, forehead. We were finally happy. He was finally trying. We were finally the couple we've always wanted to be.