You groaned in frustration as you looked into the large mirror in yours and Mike's shared bathroom. You tugged at the skin-tight dress and it snapped back in to the shape of your body. All you saw was fat, and rolls.
All you ever wanted was a thin, figure with curves in all the right places. But unfortunately they invented pizza, which you and Mike ate nearly everyday.
"Babe are you nearly ready, we have to leave in 5."
Your boyfriend Mike called from downstairs. You remained silent and starred at yourself in the mirror, you could barely recognise yourself, you hated you weren't a size 12 like everyone else, you were a size 16.
Heavy footsteps stomped up the stairs and into the bathroom, "babe I said we have- babe?"
Mike saw you judging yourself and walked up behind you and held you in his arms, pulling your back into his chest.
"Babe don't do this to yourself, you know I hate it when you judge yourself."
"Look at this dress Mike, it doesn't fit me, all my fat hangs out and you can see the rolls."
You picked at the "flaws" of where you thought the dress didn't fit properly and Mike kissed the top of your head.
"Tell me what you see baby."
His voice encouraged.
"I see fat, rolls, and overweight, plus sized whale."
Your bottom lip trembled as you described exactly what you saw.
"You know what I see? I see a beautiful girl who I love with all my heart, I see a beautiful girl in a dress who fits her body perfectly, I see your sexy curves and your ass looks so good babe. You look fucking stunning and I wouldn't have you be anything else because you're amazing. I wouldn't care if you were a size 10 or 20. I fucking love you for you. Fuck that restaurant, let's change into some sweats and a hoodie and we'll watch some cute ass cliché movies and we'll order pizza. How's that sound babe?"
You had the biggest grin on your face as you turned and pulled Mike's head closer to yours so you could connect your lips with his soft ones, pulling him into a passionate loving kiss.
"It sounds like I have a perfect boyfriend with a great choice of a date, I really do love you Mike, thank you."
Mike smiled and kissed your forehead.
"Anything to make my princess smile! Now off to order the pizza!" You were glad you ended up with a loving goof like Mike.
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5 Seconds Of Summer Prefrences
FanfictionJust some shitty preferences written by a 16 year old fan-girl with a wild imagination.
