"Babe get ready." Jack said walking into the bedroom in swim trunks with a beach towel draped over his shoulder. "Where are we going?" You asked. "Isn't it obvious? The beach!" He said. "Oh." You said. "Here I even bought you a new bikini. Hope it's the right size and color." He said hanging a bag to you and leaving.
You hated the beach, which was weird since basically everyone on the Westside loved the beach but to you it was pure hell. Seeing all those skinny girls in bikinis just made you hate yourself even more than you already did.
You sighed and got up realizing there was no way out of going to the beach. You grabbed the bag and walked into the bathroom. You looked at the bikini. Right size and right color-black. You got undressed and put the bikini on and looked in the mirror.
"I'm not good enough for Jack, I'm not skinny like every other girl in LA, I'm not a gorgeous super model, I-" "STOP IT Y/N!" Jack yelled causing you to jump. "How long have you been standing there?" You asked. "Since you started talking to yourself." He said. You broke down into tears and Jack instantly ran to you pulling you close to his chest.
"You're not like every girl in LA, and that's what I love about you. You're so much prettier than them and better than them. I could never think you're not perfect because you are in my eyes. I love you Y/N, please never put yourself down like that ever again." He said running his fingers through your hair and rubbing small circles in your back.
"Okay." You said. "Promise?" He asked. "I promise." You said. "Good, now let's go to the beach so you can show off that perfect body that I love so much." He said grabbing your hand and walking to the beach.
