5sos was doing an interview with Capital FM, somehow now involved in a game where you had to strip if you got a question wrong. Michael had no pants, Calum had no pants, Luke had no jacket, and Ashton had everything on still. But, that wasn't gonna last much longer. "This is the worst game ever!" Michael joked as he sat down. "Ashton, you have to take something off." The interviewer smirked, "I only have a shirt and pants on." He chuckled, "Take off your shirt." She laughed and he pulled his shirt up to his chest, showing off the v-line and abs he had. Michael got a jealous feeling spread through his tummy as he glared at Ashton's toned figure, Ashton put his shirt back down and took his pants off, making Michael mentally sigh in relief so he didn't have to see the Ambracombie and Fitch model that was sitting next to him. The rest of the interview and afterwards on the drive home, Michael was rather quiet and shy, his bandmates worrying about their Mikey. Michael was standing in the bathroom, pinching his soft tummy as he looked at it in the mirror, a mixture of jealousy and insecurity spread through his chest as he looked at his reflection. "Mikey, you okay in there?" Ashton cooed from behind the door.
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"Yeah, I'm fine." Michael mumbled as he put on his Iron Maiden tshirt and walked out of the bathroom. He sat down on the hotel bed next to Calum and Ashton saw a small frown on his face, "Mikey, what's wrong? You've been pretty quiet today." Ashton asked and all the jealousy that he was holding back, suddenly came out in an outburst. "You know what's wrong?! That you three are in a band with a whale! I'm the fat one with a bunch of Abracrombie and Fitch models!" He snapped as he stood up, his face going a dark pink. "What are you talking about?" Ashton asked, "I'm talking about you! You and your washboard abs!" Michael snapped and stomped his foot, angry tears rolling down his face. "I'm squishy and pale, while you guys are tan and muscular and perfect!" He cried and started full on sobbing, Ashton wrapped his arms around his waist and Michael sobbed into his chest, "Michael, is this about earlier at the radio station?" Ashton asked and the red and black haired boy nodded against his chest. "Okay Mikey, you're perfect the way you are." Ashton cooed and Michael shook his head, "When I poke your stomach, it doesn't sink in, but when you poke mine..." Michael frowned and poked his tummy, it sinking in a bit. "It disappears." He sniffled and Ashton wiped his tears, "Michael, your perfect this way. We love your pudge, it makes you a great hugger and a great cuddler." Ashton smiled and gave Michael tight hug. "Are you sure?" He mumbled and his bandmates embraced him a hug group hug. "Positive." They smiled.
