"Let's go to the beach." Steve spontaneously says. We were hanging out in the Curtis house, everyone was there.
"Why?" I ask.
"It's a nice day and it's hot," he says, "let's go." Everyone seems stoked, they were all talking separately. Well, everyone was stoked but me.
"Okay." Darry says. "Let's meet back here in an hour."
"Perfect," Steve answers, "C'mon Y/N, we'll go get our bathing suits." I reluctantly follow him to his car, and we leave the driveway and make our way to my house first.
I was stuck in my thoughts when Steve said. "What's wrong Y/N, you look sad."
"Nothing."
"I know you, it's not nothing." He says. Wow, two years really makes you get to know someone. "Did you not want to go to the beach today?"
"Not really."
"Why?"
"I don't know." I answer. "I'm just not that comfortable in a bikini."
"Why?" He repeats.
"Because I got big thighs." It's true, my thighs are huge. I've been super self-conscious about them my whole life. It's so hard to find clothes that match my waist and thighs because they're so large.
"Not really Y/N."
"They're huge Steve." I correct. "It's so hard to find clothes, and I'm really self-conscious about them."
"Well baby," he says, "I don't care. And the boys won't either."
"How do you know?"
"Why would they be looking at your thighs?" He asks. He does make a good point. "And if they are, tell me and I'll kick their ass. For two reasons now."
I smile. "Whatever Mr. Tough-Guy."
We ride in silence for a few minutes. He's so sweet. He always makes me feel good about myself. I don't know why I am so insecure about them, if Steve likes them I should too.
"I like your thighs," he finally says, "it's more of you to love." He smiles deviously. He turns and winks at me.
"Watch the road Randle." I joke, slightly laughing.
