**it deleted my first attempt, I'm going to kill a son of a bitch or cry. Probably going to cry.* Sorry it's short, I couldn't recover the old one ;-;.*

I slide the shirt off. I felt awful in it, why would I think of buying a crop top? Or short shorts? What is the point of that stuff? I stare at the outfit with a bleak look. There's no point to wear the clothes anyway, it's going to be winter soon. I just wish I even had the confidence to wear such an outfit. I huff and throw the clothes back into my wardrobe. John will come by any minute now, and I don't need him to see me like this. I put on a pair of jeans and he bursts into my room.

"Wow, your voice can go a lot higher than I ever thought." John joked. I blush and wrap my sweater around me even tighter. "Y/n, you're beautiful." I shrug and snuggle up to John at his house. We decided a nice movie -after him scaring the daylights out of me- would be good. I curled up underneath the blanket and John was running his hand through my hair. "I mean it!" He stops and I look up to him. He looks at me with a concerned and remorseful face. "You look like you hate yourself and you can't even look at your beautiful, cute, amazing self." I felt that weird feeling that makes tears come to your eyes and a lump is in your throat. "I just can't show it off, okay?" I say. "I don't feel comfortable showing anyone my body just yet." John accepted the answer and kissed me lightly on the forehead. He began to kiss lower, not in a heate way, but gently and kindly. He hugged me tightly and nuzzled into my neck. "I just want you to know I will love you no matter what you look like, act like in public, or feel like. I will help you when you need help and I will make sure to be there when you need someone." I felt tears fall and I sob quietly in his shirt. It smells like a strawberry shortcake, freshly baked and topped with cream. He hums a little and calms me down. I stay curled up on his chest, my hands full of the cotton shirt. "I love you so much and I don't deserve this kind of talk." I say in a slightly scratchy voice. "Yes, you do. Now, why don't we go to bed? it's getting late." John helps me up and we walk upstairs to his room. I change into a pair of pajamas  leave here and he smiled. We crawled under the covers and he curls his arms around my waist as I face away from him. He kissed my neck lightly and I smile. "I love you John." "I love you too, Y/n. I'll always love you, no matter what."