soulmates
Chapter 2 ~ http://www.polyvore.com/untitled_50/set?id=58214637
I got to Seth's house around 6:15 to plan how to get an A. After the rest of the period with him telling me how snobby, rude, and self-obsessed I am, this is the last place I wanna be. I rang his doorbell once, and when he didn't come down right away I hoped that he wasn't home so I turned around to leave. He opened the door two seconds later out of breath.
"Sorry, I was doing something." I trudged into the house, it smelled like pasta with meat sauce, my favorite. It reminded me of the last time I ate, 9 months ago.
"Sorry for the wait, I was making dinner for myself." He realized I noticed there were no cars and not a soul in the house, "I live here alone," he fessed up.
"Alone? Isn't that illegal since you're under 18?"
"Uh, yeah. Look, please don't tell anyone," he pleaded.
"This is a pretty big house for a 17-year-old to afford on his own, though."
"My mom actually sends me a huge check from New York each week and I save it for rent."
"Gotcha, just dinner for one?" I asked walking to the kitchen.
"Well, I figured you wouldn't want any. I didn't think you ate carbs, or ate anything for that manner," he said, shoving his hands into his jean pockets.
"Ouch. I don't starve myself to be perfect. In fact, I eat whatever I want, just fast metabolism, I guess." I looked away hoping that it wasn't obvious that that was possibly the biggest lie I've ever told.
"Sorry, then. Wanna split the pot?" he said, throwing his hands up in surrender.
"No, you eat it, I'm fine," I said sitting at the kitchen table.
He took the seat at the opposite end of the table from me.
"So, I think that tomorrow since it's Saturday, you should bring like, 4 outfits over and we could take pictures in each room of the house so it looks like we hung out different days." He said, twisting the pasta on a fork. Oh how I could use a bite of food, I haven't eaten in the longest time. I avoided looking at the food that surrounded me, it seemed to be taunting me.
"You okay, down there? You haven't spoken since like, 5 minutes ago, and you usually have some sort of opinion on everything I say." He said staring at me.
"I'm fine," I said mesmerized by the pasta. It was taunting me, I had to have some, but I couldn't. No, not yet. I still have 10 pounds to go till I'm at a solid 104, the desired goal.
"You sure you don't want some pasta? I still have some left..." crap, he noticed me eyeing it.
"Really, I'm good. I don't want any food." I said strictly. I got up and started pacing in the kitchen, to distract me.
"Okay. Well, it's like, almost 7, and tomorrow's Saturday, so I'm guessing you should go home and get your beauty rest for your crazy party day tomorrrow - "
"You don't get it do you? How hard it is to be me. You think a few hours of sleep and everything's peachy for the next day. You don't get how long it takes me to look the way I do, or that I can't eat as much as the average girl to look how I do. You don't get that maybe I'm a b*tch so that people don't walk all over me. Like you. I'm probably one of the meanest people to you and you invite me into your home and offer me dinner, because you're so nice! God, if I was nice, do you know how awful it would be to be me? People would chew me up and spit me out!" I sat down with my back against the wall, head in my hands, about to break down in tears. Clearly that was more than I ever wanted to tell anyone... ever. But once I started, I couldn't stop. He got up off his chair and kneeled down next to me on the wooden floors.
"Look," he said soothingly, "it's obvious that you've got a lot going on, and I'm sorry for making it harder than it needs to be by acting like this is the one thing I'd rather die than do. I knew something was up when you refused to eat, because I could tell how badly you wanted to. Please, eat something, you could use it." He said rubbing my back.
"I can't eat." I said as a mascara-stained tear fell down my cheek. Once one tear was out, all of them came pouring down my face, acting as a makeup remover.
"Yes, you can, Maxxie, you have to."
"No," I said, turning away from him.
"Please, it'll make both you and I feel so much better." He said grabbing his bowl of pasta and bringing it down to me. He sat down in front of me and put the bowl on the floor.
"I really can't, I have 10 pounds left," I said, coaching myself through it.
"Until what, until you look like a girl in a magazine? You don't need to, just please, eat the food." He said, putting the pasta on his fork for me. I inched closer to the fork, sniffing the food. It smelled so good, but I couldn't. I pushed his hand away from my face, hysterically crying.
"When you're ready, do you promise that you'll eat something for me?" I shrugged my shoulders, trying not to wipe my eyes. "I won't stop until you do, Maxxie," he said quietly. I looked up at him with my stained eyes and gave a tiny smile. I got up and went to the bathroom, where I carefully got the makeup off of my eyes.
"Ohmygod," he whispered, thinking I couldn't hear.
"What?" I croaked.
"N-nothing, you're just - you're beautiful. More beautiful than you are with the makeup," he said, I blushed.
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