"As if that'll change anything. I already know how much of a fat bitch you are." Chris scoffed at you. I didn't want those words to get to me. I didn't want any of his words getting to me, but they always did. Eventually I started to believe them.
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"If your not in the car within the next five minutes, I'm leaving your ass here." Chris walked out and slammed the door behind him. You quickly changed, and right when you were about to leave, you looked at yourself in the mirror. You lifted up your shirt and stared at your stomach. Your eyes started to tear up. A few moments later a tear rolled down your cheek. Then you realized it was time to go unless you wanted to walk home. Once you sat in the car, Chris drove off and starting blasting his music. You took out your phone and texted your best friends. You knew they'd still be awake.
y/n: hi children
charlize: hi y/n
em: we're literally older than you.
y/n: what's your point?" You always called them that. You call anyone your close to that.
em: your the child here. that's my point.
charlize: Emily aren't you used to it by now? she calls us that all the time.
y/n: ^^
em: fine. anyways y/n, how's filming?
y/n: it's fine ig. the usual. why didn't you tell me Meryl and Anna were so fricken nice?
em: uhh idk. you never asked?
y/n: but-
charlize: but what?
y/n: nvm. goodnight guys I love both of you
charlize: night y/n love you
em: love you weirdos
y/n: gee thanks
You shut off your phone and observed what was outside of your window. You couldn't look at Chris. He'd probably get angry with you if you just starting staring or something.
6 months later
You sat on your couch watching Dead To Me. It was one your favorite shows. You had finally gotten away from your "boyfriend" and living the life. The Oscars were today and you were planning to go with Emily and Charlize. Your movie had been nominated for an Oscar, and even you were nominated for an Oscar. The stylists were coming to your home to do your hair and makeup. They would be here any minute now, so you turned off your TV and put away the snacks you were eating. You heard a knock at your door. You walked over and opened the door. Stylists came rushing in your home. About two hours later, you were ready to go. You usually liked your outfits, but you absolutely LOVED this one.
"The car is here for you Ms. l/n."
"Great. Thank you for everything." With that you walked out of your home with the stylist team following you. You said goodbye to everyone, got in the car, and headed to the oscars.
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One Look - Sarah Paulson
RomanceYou're a famous actress. You've seen Sarah Paulson in her projects, but never thought much of her. Until one day you see her at the Oscars I will be excluding Holland Taylor. I don't have anything against her, it's just that she doesn't really fit i...
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