(holiday special)
Jayden's p.o.v
As the door to my room closed Micah pulled his shirt off and threw it on the floor, angrily marching over to the wall-mounted mirror by my wardrobe. With his hands on his hips, he turned, looking at himself from different angles as he rubbed his puffy eyes in annoyance.
"I'm not fat... do I look fat? Is it that bad?" He grumbled as he poked his stomach repeatedly.
"You're not fat..." I stifled, if I complimented him, he'd get upset, I knew that much. I swallowed, bit the inside of my cheek and clenched my fists inside my pockets. He just had to take his shirt off. The sweatpants I lent him hung loosely by his hips, dangerously close to slipping off and exposing his boxer briefs. I glanced at Kennedy who, just like me, seemed to be restraining himself.
