Imagine your OTP shopping and Person B having to constantly compliment Person A due to their insecurity as they try on new clothes.
"Hey, Ryd, can you hold this?"
"Sure." Ryder sighed, holding his hand out and taking the coat hanger Marley was holding in her hand, sliding it onto his finger where the rest of the clothes Marley had picked were. She wasn't holding a single item of clothing, whereas he was holding everything. Anything for Marley, though, right?
"Okay, okay, okay, what do you think of this one?" Marley asked, pulling a pale yellow and blue shirt off the rack, holding it in front of her. "Should I try it on?"
Ryder nodded and pulled a smile at Marley, watching her jump up and down excitedly. As much as he thought that was adorable, he couldn't stop himself from glancing at the smoothie shop outside… how could girls shop that long without getting hungry?
"Oh, I like this one." Marley whispered, pulling her size out of the rack and smiling at the pink sparkly top she was holding. Ryder smiled weakly at her and nodded, desperately staring out the window again. He was just so hungry and thirsty and tired… why do girls even like shopping anyway?
"Yeah, I like that one." Ryder whispered , more to himself than Marley and looked back to her from the shop, only to find Marley had already gone to the jacket rack on the other side of the store. He dragged the large pile of clothes across the bright and crowded shop and stood next to Marley, watching her flick through yet another set of racks.
"I don't know if any of these will fit." Marley bit her lip as she flipped through a bunch of peach colored jeans.
"They should fit." Ryder smiled, nudging her with his elbow. Marley nodded and took one of the jeans off, passing it to Ryder and spinning around in a full circle before pointing towards the change rooms.
"I think it's time to try these on." Marley did a little dance before skipping to the change rooms and jumping into the first one she saw, locking the door. Ryder followed her and glanced at himself in the mirror on the front of the door, fixing up his messy hair. He looked like a wreck, probably from having no food and being completely worn out from shopping. "First item of clothing, please, Ryder!" Marley called sweetly over the door, holding her hand up.
Ryder threw the first top over – a white frilly one. He looked around him for a seat to maybe sit on or even to throw the giant pile of clothes he was holding there. He was just so fed up.
The door to the change room opened and Marley walked out sheepishly, holding her hands in front of herself. Ryder smiled at her and looked her up and down, almost dropping the clothes in his hands. "D-does it look alright, Ryder?" She whispered, taking her arms away and looking at Ryder unsurely.
"Mar… that top really suits you." Ryder whispered, moving toward her and brushing down the frills on her shirt.
"Are-are you sure, Ryd?" She asked, wiping her stomach lightly. "Do I look… fat?"
"Fat?!" Ryder shouted in surprise, his eyes widening. He quickly shut his mouth and shook his head at Marley, still confused out of his mind. "Why would you think you're fat?" He lowered his voice to a whisper, looking around him to see if people were staring at his sudden shouting.
"I don't know," Marley shrugged. She turned around and smoothed down her top, biting her lip unsurely. "I just… feel fat."
"Mar," Ryder sighed, dropping all of the clothes on the wooden floor, the coat hangers clanging against the wood. He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You're not fat – far from it."
"I just feel it, Ry." She jumped up and down, irritated. Marley rested her head on Ryder's shoulder and looked at him, her big blues eyes sad and pleading.
"You look fine, hun." Ryder whispered, kissing her cheek. "Trust me."
"Fine." Marley snapped, pushing Ryder's hand off of her. She walked towards the door again and paused before walking back in. "Are you 100% sure I look alright, Ryder? 'Cause I trust you." She whispered, putting her hands on her hips and raising her eyebrows.
Ryder nodded. "I'm sure you look absolutely beautiful." Marley gave a weak smile and walked back into the change room, still looking so… sad.
Ryder was worried – he didn't want Marley going back to her old habits and he hated seeing her this self-conscious. She was beautiful and he wished on everything that she would just believe him. He wanted her to think that she was beautiful and not have anyone else be able to damage her self-esteem
"Next shirt please." Marley replied sadly over the door, holding the white top in the air.
"Are you getting the white one?" Ryder asked, taking it from her and picking up a large baggy t-shirt with a dream catcher on it and throwing over to Marley. Ryder played with the white singlet in his hands, waiting for Marley's answer.
"No." She whispered, fussing around in the change room to get her shirt on. "It makes me look fat, Ryder."
"Marley," Ryder sighed, walking towards the door and pressing his ear to it. "You. Are. Beautiful. Indescribably beautiful and I love you and… how many times am I gonna have to say it before you believe me?" Ryder pressed his hand to the mirror and took a few deep breaths, waiting for Marley to respond.
"Alright." Marley whispered, opening the door and walking out to face Ryder, throwing her arms in the air and showing off the top she was wearing. "What about this one?"
"Beautiful, as always." Ryder nodded, staring over at the smoothie shop once again – he no longer really craved food, his main focus was on Marley, trying to reassure her that she was beautiful.
Marley shook her head and looked down. "I don't know, Ryder. I just… don't feel happy with my body anymore." She shrugged and dug her hands into her jean pockets, biting her lip.
"Listen here, Marley Rose," Ryder said, dropping the white singlet and grabbing her face in his hands, forcing her to stare him right in the eye. "You're beautiful and you're the best person in this god damned world, alright? I'm not letting you go along life with these sad, sad thoughts. You are beautiful." He leaned down and kissed her softly on the lips, pulling away almost immediately.
"Alright…" Marley replied slowly, letting a tear slip out of her eye. Was Ryder really saying this to her? "I-I believe you."
"Good." Ryder nodded, kissing her nose softly. He was still uncertain about Marley's beliefs, but he took her word for it – he had to show that he trusted her. "Now, that one looks beautiful, try on the next… hundred." Ryder sighed, shoving the next top to her. Marley laughed and looked down at the top he had shoved into her arms.
She'd chosen this top out as soon as she walked into the shop. It was a black crop shirt, with a love heart in the middle and across it was one word, written in grey. Beautiful.
This one was slightly rushed, sorry! The Under The Dome finale is starting like right at this second so I'm rushing to write this because it's the FINALE. Alright, hope you liked this chapter and pretty please review! Xx