Robbie Kay Imagines

Imagine #43

Hey guys! If you even care about these stories any more you've probably noticed that it's been months since I've published anything and I'm sorry so let's start over. If there's any ideas leave them below and I'm sorry if there were others posted that I never got to. This writing might be awful because it's been so long so I'm even worse then rusty but for those who still care to read, I hope you enjoy this. XOXO Emily.

I was always a little overweight. When I sat down the chub on my stomach water falled over my jeans and my legs expanded to the size of mountain ranges. My thunder thighs rubbed until they were raw in the summer when I wore shorts. I seemed to be pudgy everywhere and look like the biscuit can whenever it makes the "pop" and the biscuits bulge out. Except I was very much lacking in the boob and ass department, per usual.

As the school year drew to a close and I continued marking days off of my calendar, the most dreadful time of the year was slowly creeping up on me: summer. Not only was I pudgy all year round, but now I had to decide whether I would suffer in the heat but be covered, or uncover myself and risk the embarrassment and chafing. These thoughts ran through my head as I drove to Target to start on my wardrobe for the devil's season.

As I sang Nick Jonas very loudly (and very off key I might add), my music was replaced by the piercing sound of a phone call. My dashboard read "Robbie" and I answered it from the steering wheel.

"Hello?" I asked. Robbie was never one to call.

"Hey can we hang out?" He asked. I hadn't thought it over yet before I had already answered.

"Yeah. I'll pick you up, see you in a few." I said. I hung up and then felt the dread hit. Was I really about to invite Robbie with me to go shopping? Not only invite him but enable his getting there??? What was I thinking. The music replayed and I let myself get lost in the lyrics and the sexy sound of Nick Jonas's voice. There wasn't much changing the plans anyway.

Okay so a little bit of a back story.. Robbie and I had met sophomore year of high school and we hit it off immediately. I was head of the pep club at school and made it a big deal to celebrate all sports; even those outside of football and basketball. Robbie plays rugby and we met when I was getting to know the players. I was in attendance at most of his games which resulted in many dinners together after wins. Fast-forward to now. Robbie and I are headed into our senior year and we've obtained some pretty awesome memories over the past two years. Honestly, I've always kind of found him attractive but I had started thinking that he would like me back. I mean, not many guys have but I thought maybe our friendship could turn into something more. Well as prom was coming up I was anticipating him asking me. So as prom got closer, you could imagine my excitement when Robbie called and said he was going to come pick me up. I rushed to my room and touched up my makeup and put on some more deodorant and perfume.  I heard the beep beep of his car horn and rushed out the front door, nearly forgetting my keys. I could feel my heart beating out of my chest as I sat down in his passenger seat. That feeling didn't last long when Robbie proceeded to tell me that he was thinking of taking our friend Lily to prom. He asked me how he should do it and holding back tears I just shrugged. I mumbled an "I'm not sure. Good luck." and got out of the car. Robbie did take Lily to prom and I went alone. Robbie and I haven't talked much since then but we haven't necessarily been on bad terms either.

I listened to the gravel under my tires as I drove down Robbie's driveway and tried to calm my breathing as I shakily texted him I was here. My anxiety wasn't being helped by the idea of Robbie or clothes shopping. I debated making up an excuse to leave but Robbie was already on his way out to my car. I smiled at him as he got settled in the car.

"Hey!" He said cheerfully as he buckled his seatbelt. I nodded and turned the radio on. I wasn't ready for a conversation.  I told him where we were going and tried to subside the tension between us. I knew it was one-sided but I felt like I was being smothered. We walked into Target and I scanned the racks of clothes. A much thinner woman passed us and I felt the familiar feeling of wanting to cover my body up. I felt like I didn't deserve to shop in this section of the store and I felt like the woman was judging me. 'Why is this fat girl shopping at Target?? Try Old Navy or something.' [Disclaimer: there is nothing wrong with shopping at Old Navy.] I'm absolutely awful at hiding my emotions so I decided to refrain from making eye contact with Robbie.

"Do you like these?" I heard his voice echo from behind me. I glanced over and saw him holding a pair of shorts. Not going to lie, they were pretty cute. I walked over and looked for the shorts in my size.

"Wow. Who knew you had such a sense of style?" I teased him. I picked out a couple pairs of shorts and a bathing suit and proceeded to the changing room. Robbie waited outside near the lady at the desk answering the phone and sorted out the unwanted clothes that had been tried on and had begun to pile up. I went into the dressing room and got undressed. I picked up the bathing suit I had picked out and pulled up the bottoms no problem. The top seemed to fit easily too. It seemed easy enough until I turned and saw my reflection. The stretch marks that lined my stomach almost seemed highlighted by the vibrant light of the changing room. Discouraged, I took the bathing suit off and turned to the pile of clothes I had stacked on the chair in the corner. I picked up the shorts Robbie had picked put. They were black shorts with lace overlay. excitedly pulled them on. I made it just above my knees when the shorts became tight. I pulled them up further and they were almost on when I heard an awful ripping sound. I looked down at the torn fabric and my stomach dropped. They were in the largest size available. My eyes started pooling with tears and I took them off. I changed back into my own clothes and I felt the heavy tears drip down my cheeks. I tried to pull myself together but as I said earlier, I'm no good at hiding emotion. I thanked the woman at the desk and hung up all my clothes I had tried on. I turned and made eye contact with Robbie. Hs face went from content to worried and before he could say anything, I was already headed out towards the doors. I was walking as quickly as I could because I couldn't manage crying in the store. I heard some quick footsteps behind me. Without saying anything, I felt Robbie's fingers slip inbetween mine and he gave my hand a tight squeeze before walking with me to my car. When I got in I put both hands on the steering wheel and rested my forehead on the steering wheel and let it all out. Robbie had gotten in the car at this point but I wasn't capable of holding it in any longer. After what felt like hours of this, Robbie's voice broke the tension.

"I should have taken you." He said. I sat up slowly and looked at him confused. I was still crying but I was able to make out Robbie's silhouette through the blurry tears. "To prom, I mean." I shook my head and laughed, It was the farthest thing in my mind at the moment.

"No really." He stammered. "You mean more to me than anyone. You know that, don't you? I didn't ask you because I could have ruined everything. B-But  I almost did anyway because I hurt you and I just- Can I please kiss you?" I was taken aback by his request and I just nodded. His hand brushed my cheek and his lips met mine. I felt the tears on my cheeks rub into his skin and my cheek felt hot with embarrassment. I cautiously reached my right hand up to the back of his head and I felt the curls on the nape of his neck around my pointer finger. Here he was, and yet, it felt so foreign. He pulled back and we both just giggled. "I couldn't begin to tell you how long I've wanted to do that." He breathed. We leaned close again. Exchanging breath but not touching.

"Me too."