mlb one-shots | completed

lxxxvi | aaron judge

INSECURE | for -staylit

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Maggie sighed heavily as the front door to her apartment closed. Her boyfriend, Aaron, had just left for his game, leaving Maggie alone at one of the worst times possible.

Since high school, Maggie felt that Aaron Judge was way out of her league. He was the star athlete and she was just Maggie. He was the popular one and she was just there, supporting him quietly. Even now, when they had grown up, she felt inferior to him in so many ways. He was a star for the New York Yankees and she was a nobody.

Maggie never told Aaron that she felt that way. She felt selfish. She should be nothing but proud of him, not jealous. That didn't mean she wasn't incredibly proud, of course, but she knew she shouldn't be feeling this.

Not to mention, Maggie didn't feel as nearly as attractive as Aaron was. He could get any girl he wanted, and she felt like she had an ugly face and the excess fat on her stomach and thighs made her feel unattractive. There were so many girls that were prettier than she was; why did Aaron stay? Though he told her he loved her almost every day, she didn't understand why. She didn't find herself pretty and he shouldn't either.

Maggie needed something, anything to distract her. She couldn't watch the Yankees game, as it didn't start for many more hours. Besides, she would only be reminded of how horrible she felt that Aaron was stuck with someone like her.

She opened Instagram, scrolling through until she saw a video of Aaron. She checked Snapchat, responding to a few friends before finding a snap from him. She turned the TV on to where she has left the YES network on, where they were talking about Aaron yet again. No matter what she did, she couldn't escape him.

Instead, she curled up in her bed and took a nap. Her head was starting the hurt, so she set her alarm for 7 p.m, game time, before falling asleep. However, she wasn't woken up at 7. She was woken up by someone laying down in bed next to her.

Confused, she turned over, rubbing her eyes. She glanced over at the clock, which read 12:24 a.m. before looking over at Aaron, who was looking at her.

"Are you alright?" he questioned softly. "You only take naps when you're sick or upset."

"I'm fine," she said, slightly amused that she had noticed the fact about her.

"Are you sure?" he asked, reaching out and grabbing her hand. "You don't look fine."

She sighed, running her hands through her tangled hair. "I don't feel pretty, Aaron. I mean, look at you, you could get any girl you wanted if you tried. Then look at me."

He thought for a moment, giving her a look that said he didn't believe that what she had said was true. "But I don't want anyone else," he began, "because I think you are more beautiful than any of the girls you compare yourself to."

"But they're all so perfect," she argued. "They have pretty faces and perfect hair and bodies and I can't help feeling so ugly compared to them."

"Maggie, you are nowhere near ugly," Aaron told her. "And I won't stop telling you that until you believe it."

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i think this is a record for how quickly i've written a chapter during school

thank you history class for taking forever to finish your tests

11.10.17