A/n so I'm now on holidays and have just dyed my hair and am very bored... Anyone msg me plss! I wanna meet new online friends.
SmAsh:
"When's he gonna learn to be a real man, I'll be the one to say you're beautiful"
"That fucking prick!" Ash growled as he held you in his arms while you sobbed. His words only made you cry harder, you laced your arms around his torso and left tear stains on his pugs not drugs shirt. "If I ever see him again I'll beat his ass so hard that it'll feel like he got hit in his ass by a mother fucking truck!" He says which make you giggle despite your situation. Your best girl friend and you had gone shopping for dresses to wear to clubs, you had gotten home and tried on the dresses in front of the mirror to try and see which one looked best - you wanted to surprise you boyfriend who was at work. You had on your prettiest dress and were lounging on the couch in a seductive position when the door flung open and two voices started whispering. "Sh babe, my lazy ass girlfriend might hear you, and with her I get, like, meals and stuff." Your boyfriend, Kyle, drunkenly said to some slutty girl in a dress that showed off her legs right up until her underwear, way more cleavage than anyone would want to see, her entire stomach and was strapless. Tears clouded your vision as you went up to Kyle and yelled, "How fucking dare you! Get the fuck out of my house you lying mother fucking jackass!" He just sniggered. "Please bitch. I'm the fucking man around here, I tell you to do shit! So let me tell you some truth. You are so fat and ugly and worthless. I am fucking this lovely lady right here because you can't fuck to save your life! You are one of the most worthless pieces of shit I've ever laid eyes upon. So get your fat ass out of my house!" His words hit you like a tonne of bricks. "Fine, I will." You say. And now here you are, curled up next to your best friend crying over a boy who hates your guts. "When is that boy going to learn to be a man and treat a woman right? It's ok babe, shh, I'll be the one to call you beautiful now." He whispers.
Cal - pal:
"Girl, you'll be alright, forget that boy"
"Hey darling, how ya doing?" Cal greets cheerily as you open the door to his smiley face. His smile drops immediately when he sees you though, "Babe, what's wrong?" he asks you, sympathy laced through his tone. You had called him and asked him to come over, all you had said was it was because you needed him. He had gladly obliged and was now standing at your door holding pizza. "I can't stop thinking about him." You sob. His arms instantly wrap tightly around your waist. "I know darling, I know. I'm so sorry. I miss him to." He said, his voice breaking as he thought of your ex boyfriend, Tom. Tom had recently been involved in a severe car accident and as a result had passed away. Your chest was hurting so much that you felt as if you couldn't breathe. "Why? Why did he fucking leave me?! He promised me that we would stay together forever. HE LIED! He's gone! Why him? Cal, my chest feels like it's about to burst and I'm a mess!" You get cut off by your overwhelming sobs. "You'll be alright babe, you'll be ok. Someday it'll get better, not good, but better. One day he'll be just a distant memory. But he'll always be with you in spirit. I love you Y/N, and I'll always be here for you if you want a shoulder to cry on." He says to you. "Thanks Cal, but the last person who promised me that left."
Dr Fluke: (his POV)
"He knows you're out of his league, If he likes it or not"
I looked at her laughing, she was sat beside me as we watched the Simpsons. She was cuddled up on my chest so her laughter vibrated inside me. She glanced up at me with her big green eyes, I love her eyes. I loved the way they sparkled whenever she was happy or darkened whenever she was mad or worried, or even when they were glassed with tears she still looked perfect in my eyes. Her burgundy hair was freshly dyed and was so smooth, I loved to run my finger through it whenever she let me. Her ivory skin was like silk, and don't even get me started on her lips. I leaned down and began kissing her neck lightly, pressing my lips against the soft skin. She giggled under my touch, and reached her hands up to wrap around my neck. "How did it get so lucky?" She whispers contently. I chuckle, and shake my head. "Wrong question, how did I get a girl like you? You are so completely and utterly out of my league that I have to wonder if I was some kind of bet." I say against her neck. She giggles again. "Of course you weren't a bet you idiot!" She jokes, "I love you way to much for that." A feeling swells up in my chest, I love this girl.
Mike - ro - wave:
"You're holding back tears in your eyes"
Mikey had just come home and you could already tell that he was in a pissy mood. You knew Mikey quite well so you decided to approach him cautiously. "Hey babe, are you ok?" You ask him. He looks up at you and you see the tears threatening to spill over. You instantly pull him into a hug and let him cry on your shoulder. "What's the matter baby?" You ask him after his cries have silenced. "Hate." He whispers, barely audible. You sigh lightly and pull him into the bedroom you two share. He collapses on the bed, pulling you with him. His arms wind themselves around your waist. "Tell me what they said baby." You nudge gently. He takes a deep breath and exhales. "Theysaidthatiwasfatanduglyandthatididntdeservetobeinthebandwiththeboysandthattheyareallhotterthanme." He says all at once. "Ok, now try it in English," he looks you in the eyes and smiles. You return it without hesitation. "They said that I was fat and ugly and that I didn't deserve to be in the band with the boys and that they are all hotter than me." Your heartbreaks as you watch him break down in front of your eyes. "Ok, Michael, I need you to listen very carefully to me ok?" Yo uoi say firmly. His head shoots straight up at the name Michael, you never call him that unless your mad or serious. He nods for you to continue. "You are not fat, your skinnier than the general population, and not just skinny but muscly as well. You are one of the most handsomest guys on this planet - no screw that, in all of the universes. You are a crucial part of the band and have some serious skills on that guitar. And I love the boys, but I would fuck you over all of the others." You smirk. He laughs and rolls you over so that you are on top of him. "I love you, did ya know that? So, so much."
