Mikey and I had just started dating. All of our friends would tell us how we should, and they'd moan and gripe at us for not being together but we were madly in love.
Tears formed in my eyes as i scrolled though my instagram. Model after model on my feed.
I see i had a text my friend. I shut my phone off and snuggle into my sweatshirt, wiping my tears every now and then.
"Hey y/n, can i talk to you?" Joe asks
I get up and follow him
"What's wrong?"
"Nothing" i say
"That's hard to believe with tears streaming down your face"
"Nothing really Joe"
"Y/n"
Joe is the last one i want to talk to about it.
"nothing, really joe"
"I know your better than that"
"Why can't i be thin? Why i can't be like the other girls? no matter how hard i try i can't get rid of weight."
"Is that what you're worried about?"
I nod yes
"You don't even need to lose weight"
"You're just saying that because you have to"
"Y/n, i'm your friend right?"
i nod
"Then you have to believe me"
he says, hugging me.
i hear the door open and close again and i guess i wasn't paying attention but a new set of arms were wrapped around me.
"I heard what you said"
"Mikey.."
I stay cuddled into his chest as he rocks me back and forth, my tears soaking his shirt.
"You shouldn't ever doubt yourself" he says, his voice cracking
"Baby don't cry."
"It just makes me sad that you think of yourself like that and i can't change it"
"It's because i don't look like everyone else"
"I don't want everyone else. I only want you. you're the one that i want to hold, to kiss. you're the one for me."
He kisses my neck and wraps his arms around my legs and puts me on the bed
"Goodnight Mikey"
"Good night beautiful"
