Reeve Gansey has always had a huge problem with his weight. Bullies, even now in college, and nonexistent lovers.
He only has his grandparents and his best friend.
Because of some unfortunate events, he has decided to change.
This change only causes...
He winks at me from where he is by the coach. My face is probably red from under all of this face paint. He had begged for about an hour before I let him paint my face for this game. It's his first game since he moved here. The coach made him go through mental and physical tests before he could even start practicing. It's now a few months after and he's able to actually play in the game. The whole time he was playing though, I made sure he did his school work. I wasn't even going to come to this game because I had work to do, but I couldn't be a bad boyfriend. I had to come support him even if it's just the one game. Hopefully, it is. I hate sports. Especially after the program I had go through. I still have to work out, but seeing all these ripped bodies of football players is too weird. I'm so used to blubber. I'm still trying to get used to Beau's body. It's different with him though. When he walks around the apartment with no shirt on, it's hard not to admire that amazing body of his.
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How I got someone like him, I'll never know. Sometimes I think about him just dumping me for a much prettier girl or guy. I always think about ha actually. That's why makes me scared. Too scared. I refuse to do anything more than kissing and cuddling. I don't want him to take that away from me if he is just going to get bored. He says he loves me every day, but I can't believe his words. With such a beautiful man saying that he loves me, I have no choice but to wonder. Wonder if he would really love me the same if I didn't look like I do now. If I was still the fat, greasy, disgusting me I was for most of my life. "Ree, are you okay?" A familiar voice asks, pulling me from my thoughts. I look up and find Beau standing in front of me. My eyes follow him as he kneels down in front of me and looks up at me. "What were you thinking about?" I shake my head slightly and give him a small smile. "Nothing. What are you doing over here?" I look behind him, at the field. "You looked like you were about to cry. I needed to make sure you were okay," he replies sincerely. My heart flutters. "I'm fine. Go back out there," I try encouraging. I'm not very good at that.
He smiles and lightly presses his lips to mine in a longing kiss. "Mmm. I'll need more of that later," he says against my lips. He vows his love for me, like he does every second of the day we are together, then leaves to go back to the field with his team. I could feel people watching us. I can still feel eyes on me. This is so embarrassing. He's always doing that. Always bringing attention towards us when we're in public. I don't think he thinks before he does things. Living me for example. I am the least experienced person he could have chosen. He had to teach me how to make out! He took my first kiss! The sexy bastard! I let out a small sigh. I should do something for him after the game. * * * * * * "What'd you think?" "I think it was weird. I don't understand the whole concept of it." He gasps in fake shock. "You don't understand America's favorite sport?" He yells. He walks away as I pout and comes back with a wet rag. He sets it against my face and I jump from the surprise of how cold it is. He chuckles. "Sorry." He begins to wipe the pain off my face. "You know, I can clean it off myself," I tell him as I close my eyes when he tells me to. "I know, but I like doing things for you." "I'm not a child." "I know." After a few minutes, the rag leaves my face and is replaced by his lips. I giggle as he presses light, soft kisses all over my face. I gently grab his face and push it away a little. I open my eyes and look at him. Maybe I'm starting to fall for him. I lean closer and kiss him. "You should stop treating me like a child. I'm older than you." He laughs. "But I'm more mature." I scoff with a smirk. "You think so?" He nods with a huge smile on his face. "Let's get going. We don't want to be late." I sigh. "I don't even want to go," I whine. "Parties are your thing, not mine." "We'll only be there for a little bit." He gives me a pleading expression and I try to stand my ground, but give in almost immediately. "Fine. Only for a little bit, okay? I have a surprise for later." He smiles widely. "Okay." * * * * * * "You're Beau's boyfriend, right?" I look up at the man who asked the question. "Yes, and who are are you?" "I'm Chad Fine. What's your name?" What a weird name. "Is this some type of interrogation that I am going to regret?" He chuckles. "Not at all. Just a few normal questions and a conversation, hopefully." I give him a wary glance then sigh. "Reeve Gansey." He's just about to ask another question, but, thankfully, Beau saves me. "Ree, you ready to go?" I smile and nod my head frantically. "Yes. Let's go." He takes my hand and we head out, but not without saying a quick goodbye to all of his new found friends and team members. A few of them are giving me weird expressions. I squeeze Beau's hand tighter. I'm not used to so much attention. Beau squeezes my hand back lightly and gives me a reassuring glance before saying a final farewell. We finally make it back to the apartment and begin readying ourselves for bed. Once we are both in bed, Beau pulls me flush against his body and holds me close. This is what happens every time after a game. Tonight should be different though. He played. And he won. Shouldn't I do something for him? But what? "What are you thinking about?" He suddenly asks me. I bury my face further info his chest so he doesn't see my blush. It's embarrassing when he catches me staring off into space. "Nothing," I lie. He rolls over so he is on top of me and lifts himself up enough to not squish me. He smirks. "You know what happens when you lie, Reeve." "Ah, yes. My new found enemy," I say with a hint of amusement. I enjoy it more than he thinks. His smirk grows into a sinister smile and he begins the "torture". His hands moving up and down my sides, fingers rapidly moving. Tickling me like Hi life depended on it. I laugh and giggle, enjoying the closest time we have ever spent together. This happens rarely because I don't necessarily like lying to him, but sometimes, I like how close this brings us. That is, until my shirt lifts. I hate when that happens. My torso is the part of me I hate most. It shows what I used to be. What I used to look like. I am still a bit chubby, but a cute chubby, or so says Beau. I don't mind the chub, really, but it's the stretch marks that refuse to leave. I went through a lot of surgery to help my skin stay in place with my weight as I lost it, but I thought the marks would go as well. They just don't want to, it seems. I don't want Beau to ever see that. He might think it's ugly. Gross, even. He might see them the way I do. Disgusting. Disgraceful. My body under my clothing is too unworthy to have his eyes laid upon it. To ruin his eyes in such a way would cause him to leave me for sure. I've just barely gotten used to sleeping in the same bed as him. I pull myself from my thoughts and realize that I'm not being tickled anymore. I curiously look up at him and he's just staring at me, confused. "What's wrong?" "You just suddenly stopped laughing as I was tickling you. Are you okay, Reeve? Did I do something to make you mad?" I frantically shake my head. "No, no! I-I was just thinking and- I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you think I was mad at you." I caress his cheek with my brow furrowing ever so slightly. He sits up and kneels, facing me. "What's wrong then? Why do you look so sad?" I sit up as well and cross my legs crisscross applesauce. I absentmindedly grip the hem of my T-shirt and avert my eyes. "I was just thinking a-about my life before you. A-About my stomach.M-Me," I say, tears building in my eyes. He chuckles but it sounds sad. He takes my face in his hands, forcing me o look at him. "Don't think about the past. It makes you too sad, then I get sad. I love you Reeve. You. Every you. Past, present, young, old, you're you ad that's all. The Reeve in the past is the same Reeve here now." My tears begin to fall. "How many times do I have to tell you this?" He asks, sounding frustrated, but the smile he has plastered on his face tells me otherwise. "As many times as it takes for me to understand why," I confess. He laughs. "I'll do as much as I can to make hat happen quickly." I smile softly and push forward, pressing my lips to his. I need to say it. It's been too long a wait for him. I'm positive of my feelings now. I pull away a little and mumble against his lips, "I love you." His lips press to mine with his smile still present. "I know."
