In Which the reader is insecure about their body.
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ᴛʜᴇ ᴡʜᴏʟᴇ ɪɴᴄᴏᴍɪɴɢ ᴄᴀꜱᴛ ᴡᴀꜱ ꜱᴜᴘᴘᴏꜱᴇᴅ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ʙᴇᴀᴄʜ ʙᴜᴛ... ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴇᴠᴇɴ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ɪꜰ ɪ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ. ꜰᴏʀ ꜱᴏᴍᴇ ʀᴇᴀꜱᴏɴ, ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ᴏᴅᴅ ᴀɴᴅ ʙɪɢ ɪɴ ᴍʏ ʙᴀᴛʜɪɴɢ ꜱᴜɪᴛ. ɪ ᴊᴜꜱᴛ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴀʏ ɪ ʟᴏᴏᴋ. ʏᴇꜱ, ɪ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴅʀᴀᴍᴀᴛɪᴄ ʙᴜᴛ ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴɴᴀ ɢᴏ.
"Y/n you almost ready to go?" Mason asks as he walks out with his blue swimming trunks and black tank top. "Uh, yeah coming" I say as I throw my cover-up on take one last good look at myself in the mirror.
"Y/N Let's go!" He yells starting the car. "Shit Sorry," I run down the stairs.
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"Sorry," I shrug as i get in the car. "Your fine," He smiles as he pecks my cheek. I look on instagram to see Isabella In a bathing suit. How can she pull that off? I don't like bathing suits anymore. I wipe the tears falling that i didn't even know where there.
"You okay?" He asks as he rubs his thumb along my thigh. "Hm? oh yeah I'm fine," I smile as i think about how i just lied. Gotta pray to god for that one later. "You sure?" He asks concerned. "Yes! now stop asking me now," I yell as he clenches his jaw.
"Watch your attitude." He sternly says as he turns back to face the road. "Whatever," I mutter. I don't even know why I'm like this. It's my fault not his.
"I'm sorry," I cry as he look at me. "I didn't mean to make you cry I'm sorry," He sighs as he wipes my tears. "No It's not you... i just don't feel good about myself," I say as the lump in my throat gets bigger and bigger.
"Y/n I promise you look okay," He convinces me. "Thank you Mase," I smile as i kiss him. "Now let's go we have a full day of fun!," He says as he grabs my hand.
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A/n: kinda ass
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ᴛʜᴇ ʟᴏᴠᴇ ɪɴ ʜɪꜱ ᴇʏᴇꜱ ₘ. ₜₕₐₘₑₛ ᵢₘₐgᵢₙₑₛ
Hayran KurguIN WHICH I write Imagines about Mason Thames and you read them because you love him and so do I
