Escape the Fate and Falling in Reverse One Shots

Thick Boys are Cute, Too

Writer's Note:

This was heavily inspired by Stormchacer's (Monte Mabbitt) "Random Bandom One Shots- 100lbs"

(Michael X Thrasher)

Michael's POV:

I sigh as I look at myself in the mirror. I don't see how anyone could ever think I'm attractive. I'm fat. I'm six foot tall and weigh two hundred and five pounds. I'm ugly.

There is this one guy I've been taking to online. He says he likes them "thick," but if he ever saw me without my clothes on, he'd just say what I always thought of myself. He'd say that I'm hideous. I don't want Kevin to think I'm ugly.

I let out one more sigh, pulling my shirt back over my pudgy stomach. Soon, I hear my phone chime. Looking at it, I see a message from Thrasher.

KThrash: Hey, Michael, me and the band are in California.  I'm in San Diego. Wanna hang out? We got the day off! :)

I smile at the thought of meeting Thrasher and, sooner than I could think of what I was doing, I answered him.

I'd love to! <3

KThrash: Great! See you in a few minutes!

What have I done? I don't want to let Thrasher see me like this! I can't! I quickly dart over to my dresser, pulling out a looser t-shirt and hurriedly put it on. Walking out of my room, I see Monte sitting at the table in the dining room.

"Don't be out too long," he said, not taking his gaze off his drawing pad as he continued to sketch on the paper. "My girlfriend wants to meet you and she'll be here soon."

"Okay, I'll probably be about an hour." I say, rushing out the front door. As I start to walk down the street, I hear someone call my name from behind. Turning around, I see him. Kevin Thrasher.

"Wow, you're gorgeous!" He says, looking me up and down. I can't hide a blush forming across my cheeks. "Come on, I wanna show you off. You hungry?"

"I could use a bite to eat." I reply, smiling. He doesn't think you're attractive, Michael. He wants to make fun of you. Embarrass you in front of the whole town.

Shut up! He's not like that. Mikey, you've been talking for a year already. You know he won't do anything to hurt you!

The two voices in my head continued to argue until we reached a diner not too far from my house.

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We decided to go back to his hotel room, just to be on a more private setting. I want nothing more than for him to take me.

Almost as if he could read my mind, he began pulling his shirt off, leaning in for a kiss once it was on the floor. Gladly, I accept it. Allowing him to move his tongue across the inside of my mouth. It felt right. I soon feel his hand move up my thigh, causing the bulge in my jeans to become more noticeable. He soon reaches for my shirt, lifting it up slightly, as he slid his hand over my stomach and up to my chest. I pulled away from the kiss, tears forming in my eyes.

"What's wrong?" Thrasher asked, concern in his voice.

"I can't." I reply. "I don't want you to see me and think I'm gross." I can't help but sob quietly as more tears run down my cheeks.

"You're not gross, Michael. You're beautiful. I don't want you to think you're not." Thrasher placed a hand on my shoulder, pulling me into a hug. "What would make you think I'd even consider you as gross?"

"I'm fat." I say, pulling away from the warm embrace. Thrasher gave me a look of 'why would you say that about yourself?'

"No." He said, shaking his head slightly. "You're absolutely gorgeous. Don't even think for one second that you don't look good. You are beautiful. You are amazing. I love you, just the way you are." I smile at his words. "Never forget that."

"I love you, too, Thrasher." With that, we both lay down on the bed, cuddled up to each other. A smile forms across my face as he brushes his hand through my hair. Maybe, just maybe, I am worth it.