Girl Online ⎯ m.c [DISCONTINUED]

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The picture is what I picture Keenan as and I'd lOVE A BROTHER LIKE HIM

At first, I thought this was a good idea. It sounded fun at first, and I thought it would be a cute idea for a date. But now, as I stand in front of the bathroom mirror in my bikini, I'm seriously regretting bringing up the idea to go to the beach today.

I've never been incredibly confident, but I also have never been incredibly unconfident either. It must just be because of Michael.

I feel like I have to be perfect for him, or else he'll get tired of me quickly and go and find someone else. Maybe Bryana knows someone who'd like Michael; I'm sure he'd be more happy with them than me.

For the three days that Michael's been here, I've tried to hide my insecurities as much as possible. (i.e.: my stomach, thighs, stretch marks, etc.) But now they'll all be on full display in this damn bikini. I really wish that one piece swimsuits were cuter, because then I would wear them instead of bikinis.

I pinch at my stomach, sad that it isn't flat. Although, I know that it's practically impossible for a girl's stomach to be completely flat because there are organs there, but I wish it was flatter.

There was a knock on the door, "Knock knock, pretty lady. I gotta pee."

I blink quickly, throwing on a t-shirt and jean shorts, piling my hair on the top of my head so it looked like I was doing something when I opened the door for Michael.

"Sorry, my hair just won't do what I want it to," I said uneasily as I squeezed past him.

I knew he knew something was wrong. I could tell from the way he watched me walk down the hall and into my room.

I threw some sunscreen and sunglasses into the bag that was sitting on my bed. Then I turned back into the mirror and took out the bun that was in my hair. I tried my hardest to avoid looking at my stomach and thighs, but I couldn't help it.

"You took your hair down," Michael commented. Jumping from the scare, I turned to look at him from where he was leaning against the door frame.

"Y-Yeah," I stuttered, knowing that he saw me looking at myself. "It wasn't working, so I figured, just take it down, ya know?" I laughed nervously.

"Yes, actually," I said, walking to me and placing one hand on my hip and the other on my cheek. "I understand."

"What-"

"I get it that you're not comfortable with your body. I understand, because I'm not confident with mine. I'm getting better with it, but it's hard when no one else has a little belly, and I understand how you feel. So just know that you're perfect the way you are, and that you're not alone," he spoke softly, staring into my eyes intently.

"Why do you always know what to say?" I asked, a little choked up.

"Honestly? I just kind of talk out of my ass, but it apparently works out in the end," he admitted, and i cracked a smile. He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead, and I smiled wider.

"Well, your ass knows what it's talking about."

Michael laughed, placing a piece of hair behind my ear before throwing a pair of his sunglasses into my bag.

"Should we go now?" Michael asked, grabbing my bag and putting it on his shoulder. I giggled, seeing him with his tattoos and snapback, carrying a purple polka-dotted bag. He looked like a mom.

"Probably, yes," I nodded my head, grabbing my phone and car keys and walking out of the room.

We were about to walk out of the house, when I remembered to bring some waters. I tossed Michael the keys and asked him to go start the car and get the air conditioner running while I get water.