Obese // Ashton Irwin [On Hold]

Prologue

No specific person to play the character. Just imagine whoever you want. Or yourself. Prologue is shitty but I hope it'll get the point across.

Prologue

"Well I don't believe him." I shake my head and roll my eyes with a small smile. "I don't expect you to, Kelsey." I can't decide on blue or black one.

I turn to her and grin. "Black or Blue."

She glares. "Don't go. He's playing you. I'm pretty sure ya just a trick. He's using the fact that you like him to manipulate you." I roll my eyes and decide on the black one. I'm tall and a bit overweight so the black dress should fit fine. I've never been one to wear dresses.

I'm insecure and I thought dresses were to revealing. But I was feeling confident and this body-con black dress was calling to me.

"I mean why, after almost seven years, does he ask you out on a date out of nowhere? You haven't talked to him since seventh grade. He ignored you when you messaged him, and now out of the blue he wants to be the limousine to your garage?!" She exclaims throwing her hands up.

I blush, widening my eyes and scolding her. "Maybe he had a change of heart or he wants to try something different. Maybe he's tired of the same old skinny girls and want a girl with some junk," I smirk and shrug, walking into the bathroom.

"I wonder why." She trails off. I chuckle and slide the material of jeans and my t-shirt off. I slip on the dress and smirk. Ooh. I look good. "Can you at least wear the heels?" She groans after a long time of contemplating life.

I step out of the bathroom, pulling down my dress a bit, and I hear male voice. "Hell no!" My brother exclaims. I snap my head to him and groan. "Why'd you let him in?!" I exclaim at Kelsey. She shrugs and hugs him, leaning her head on his chest. "You are not wearing that, Mer." I roll my eyes.

I grab the flats from my closet and slip them on.

You know what? I'll just wear those tight jeans I just got. I grab them and a random shirt that's hanged and just slip on a hoodie. I take off the flats and put on my boots.

"I still don't like it. Those jeans are way to tight." Andrew is so annoying. I make sure my hair is still curled at the ends before I walk past their jabbering bodies, and walk downstairs.

I meet the eyes of my foster mom, and she gives me a look. "Where do you think you're going?" I smirk, excited. "I have a date."

She stares at me for a second before she bends down, laughing hard. I roll my eyes and my foster dad walks in. "What's so funny?" He hugs me and plans a kiss on my forehead before walking towards the fridge. "Meredith says she has a date." I smile at him and his eyes widen.

"Mer... I never got the chance to tell you this but-"

"Relax, dad. I'll be back by eleven." At this, my mom stands straight and gives me a serious look. "Crap, you were serious."