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           "Babe?" Chris asks looking down at Merida.

            "Mmm."

            "You awake?"

            "Sorta." She smiles.

            "Its 7:00 pm are you hungry?"

            "Wow, how did it get so late so fast? Yes I am."

            "Why I don't I make dinner?"

            "You cook?"

            "Sure. I can cook."

            "What will you make?"

            "I don't know. I will see what I can find."

Merida laughs. "Okay. I can help you."

            "I got it. You just relax."

            "Well I do need to use the restroom. I'll be back."

Merida left the living room and headed to the bathroom.

Merida's POV

           "I still can't get over how wonderful Chris is. How in the world did I get so lucky? Me, just a girl who is a daycare teacher. I'm not famous. I don't deserve him. Chris keeps telling me to stop doubting myself and being so negative, but I can't help it. This is all to me. I am trying to trust him. I love him , I love him so much it hurts at times."

I think to myself. Just then my phone goes off. I see a text from Tiffany.

          Tiffany-Hey girl! Have you been on Instagram lately?

            Merida-Not for a while. Why? What's up?

            Tiffany-Well don't. It's bad. Your all over it and the comments are not good!

            Merida-What's going on? What happened?

            Tiffany-Can I call you?

            Merida-Yes

Just then my phone rings.

            "Hey girl! What's up? What's going on?"

            "Your all over Instagram. Lots of girls are not happy. There are a few trying to defend you, but most are just being mean. I think you need to stay off for a while."

            "What are they saying?"

            "It's bad. I don't even want to tell you."

            "Tiffany, tell me please."

            "I really don't think I should."

            "Tiff, please tell me. What did they say?"

            "They are saying your slut, your only after his money. Your not good for him. That your only a fling. That he's playing you. They are still saying your ugly, oh and you are only using him."

"Oh my gosh! That's horrible! Why are they saying that?"

            "I don't know, but I'm telling you, don't look. I would advice you to stay off for a while and don't even look alright?"

            "Tiff..."

Before I could answer I heard a knock on the door.

            "Babe, you okay?"

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