Skeleton Bones - {Not Joshler} - COMPLETED

3 :.: The Secrets Out-Part 1.

{Josh's POV}

The next morning as I was making breakfast, a knock sounded throughout the house. I wonder who that could possibly be? I thought to myself.
I opened the door, to reveal Tyler. He huddled looking even smaller, his brown eyes soft, so soft someone could fall down into them. "Come in." I said, my voice caught in my throat as I said it, probably about the thoughts about his eyes. He came in and took off his shoes. That's odd. I thought. But I guess that's Tyler. I added.
"I'm cooking breakfast, would you like some?" I asked him as I walked around my kitchens island. Tyler sat on a bar stool and cleared his throat before speaking, "No that's okay. I'm good."
"Alright." I said. Tossing the spatula I had in my hand up in the air like I did my drumsticks. A habit I guess. I finished cooking the scrambled eggs and dishes them onto a tortilla, I added the bacon and then folded it up. I placed it on the island and turned to the refrigerator and got out some orange juice, "Want some?" I asked Tyler. I got out a glass and was waiting for a response. "Uh, sure." Tyler said hesitantly. I poured some into a glass for him, "Okey doke!" I handed him his glass and I noticed he took the most smallest sip. Odd. I thought to myself. I picked up the breakfast burrito I had made and said, "See! Like Taco Bell!" I laughed. Tyler also laughed. I cute little laugh. "I liked Taco Bell." Tyler said quietly, so quietly I almost didn't hear him, but I did hear him. "Liked?" I asked him. He looked up, his eyes saucers. "What do you mean by liked?" I asked. "I, I" He struggled to get words out. "How can anyone stop liking Taco Bell?!" I exclaimed. He just looked down, he said nothing. "Tyler?"
He looked up, his eyes glossy. During those few seconds it suddenly dawned on me, "Why are you so skinny?"
He gulped and his eyes got even bigger. After a few moments of silence, still he had said nothing. I begun to thought maybe I shouldn't have asked a question so personal. He finally cleared his throat and said, "I, I have anorexia."
I got up and gave him a hug, I didn't know what to say. I had never been out in such a position before. He cried into my chest and I held him tightly.