Destiny’s Pov ~
“Hey guys! We’re back! Sorry the live stream crashed, this Google hangout should work though.”
Sighing, I passed the living room where the guys were doing their Twit cam, or live stream or Google hangout or whatever the heck it was.
“Destiny!” Ashton called out suddenly, startling me, “Come here.”
Whirling around, a laundry basket filled with Barbies I had found strewn around the house, on my hip my eyes widening finding all four boys looking at me.
“No, I…I’m not wearing makeup!” I hissed.
“Des just come here.” Ashton laughed.
Glancing down at my pajama pants and Ashton’s North Shore High sweatshirt I shook my head frantically.
“Destiny come on.” Michael groaned.
“I’m busy.” I whispered, not wanting to go infront of fans.
It wasn’t that I disliked fans, the majority of the 5sos fam was great, and then there were….. the other ones. The ones that would rip me apart piece by piece, criticizing my messy ponytail and my sloppy clothes and the beginnings of a zit I had on my forehead until there was nothing left.
I remembered the last time it had happened, when the boys had forced me to be in a Keek and nearly half of the comments were telling me how ugly I was and how I should kill myself, I’d had to drop Ashley and Minnie off and Ashton’s Mom’s so I could go home and cry for five hours before Ashton got home from the studio.
“Destiny.” Luke whined, “Come on please!”
Chewing my lower lip nervously, I set the laundry basket down on the floor before slowly shuffling into the living room.
“Here she comes!” Ashton cheered excitedly.
My stomach churning I sat on the edge of the couch and leaning into the view of the laptop camera waved awkwardly.
“Hi guys.” I mumbled.
Smiling, Ashton pulled me onto his lap.
My mind reeling and my cheeks beet red I let my eyes wander over to the comments which were pouring in so quickly it was nearly impossible to read them.
OMF Destiny got FAAAAT
What’s with Destiny’s third eye?
Has she not heard of makeup?
God, Ash could do so much better.
She looks like such a bitch.
Look at her gut.
She’s uglier then I remembered
I ship them.
Can she like…. Go die….now.
Poor Ashley and Minnie, too bad their real Mom’s are gone and they’re stuck being raised by the prickle bitch.
Look at Ashton’s face, she’s totally heavy, she’s probably breaking his legs.
My eyes widening I sprung to my feet and backed out of the range of the camera.
“Dessy where are you going?” Luke whined.
“I um, I have to check on the girls.” I mumbled.
“You okay?” Ashton questioned.
“Yeah.” I lied forcing a smile, “Fine.”
Turning on my heel I picked up the laundry basket and hurriedly left the room. Once I was out of view of the boys I slid down the wall, resting my face in my hands, my breaths coming out in ragged gasps.
