"Hi, munchkin." Brett Gardner said to me as he passed me. Aaron and I were hosting a party at our house for the team, and I was in the backyard with the rest of the the people. I sat on a chair beside our pool and went on my phone.
I absolutely hated it when Aaron's teammates made fun of my height. It was all good hearted fun, but it really hurt my feelings. I have been short my whole life, and it's something I can't change, obviously.
There weren't any perks about being short like people thought there were. You get trampled in a crowd, people always think you're younger than you actually are, you can't reach anything, pants don't fit unless you're a stick, and so many other things.
The worst really was people thinking you're younger than you actually are. If I had a dollar for every time someone was shocked that I was dating Aaron and that I wasn't his younger sister, I would have more money than Aaron.
"Hi, Brett." I mumbled back, keeping my focus on my Instagram feed. I was editing a picture that Aaron and I had taken in our backyard that Gleyber took of us. It was really sweet, actually.
I was standing next to Aaron, and he was resting his arm on top of my head like an arm rest due to my height. He's the only person I really let joke about my height, but he hardly ever does because he knows how it affects me.
When I was satisfied with the editing job, I posted it to Instagram. I put my phone in the back of my jean shorts and started walking over to go find Aaron. My phone was buzzing like crazy, so I pulled it out and saw hundreds upon hundreds of Instagram notifications, more than I had ever seen before on my page.
I started to read all of the comments. A few of them were nice. Key word a few.
"Is she even old enough to be dating him?"
"Why does she look like she's still in high school?"
"Does she have to stand on a ladder to kiss him?"
"This isn't cute, it's just tragic"
"Hey Aaron, I'm a tall girl date me instead"
And countless other horrible things were commented on my post.
Tears streamed down my face as I ran inside of our house with my head down, hoping no one would see me. "Hey, short stack." Aaron Hicks said as I whooshed right past him and up into Aaron and I's bathroom. I locked the door and immediately slid down the wall with my head in my hands, hot tears streaming down my face.
I cried for a few minutes when there was a knock at the door. I had no idea who it was, people don't go upstairs when we have parties. "Occupied," I said, assuming it was one of the guys new girlfriends who didn't know the rules around here.
"Honey, this is my house. I can come in whenever I want." I heard the booming voice of my sweet boyfriend which made me jump. I immediately wiped my tears and stood up, opening the door. "Hi beautiful, what are you doing in here?" He asked me. "I'm touching up on my makeup. I forgot to put on mascara." I told him and he smiled.
"You girls and your eyelashes. Hold on, why are your eyes all red?" He asked me. "I poked myself in the eye with the wand." I told him and he narrowed his eyes at me. "Babe, what's wrong?" He demanded and I felt tears well up in my eyes.
"I posted a picture of the two of us and the comments are awful. Your fans hate me." I cried and he engulfed me in his arms. "Sweetheart, if my fans are being mean to you you should go on private. You know they can be bad. I'm so sorry baby. I really am. If it makes you feel any better, I think it's sweet how short you are. I can pick you up and your shortness balances out my height." He said and I smiled at his words.
"You can always find the positive in everything. I admire that about you." I told him and he smiled, kissing my forehead. "You bring out the best in me. How about we go downstairs and play Giancarlo and Greg in Just Dance?" He asked and I nodded, smiling. "You know the way to my heart."
a/n; just got the message about my guy and his wrist :/ but just an fyi, i will be on vacation from tomorrow to sunday the 5th and then i leave again from the 8th to the 12th so i may or may not be able to get an imagine up in the next 10 days, i can assume i won't be, maybe one that i can write in chunks throughout the week. sorry guys! hope y'all liked this one! requests are open :)
