Eat!

4 ~ Sweet On You

Sam

For the fourth time this week, I found myself staring at the crisp white sheet of paper that had conveniently found its way to my beside-table. College names, places and schedules that could only be from one source. My dad; and when looked into closely, translated to this;

Get a job you lazy dead-beat of a son.

I rolled my eyes. “Love you too, Dad,” Before artfully tossing the paper into an arc that headed straight for the trash can.

I trudged miserably to the kitchen, and made myself a box of coco-pops (with sugar, of course), and swallowed my pills with a glass of milk. People asked me a lot what would happen if I didn’t take them. The answer? ; You really don’t want to know…

And now Alice knew. She knew all about me and my pills, but then I knew all about her eating disorder, so I guess we’re even. All the same, she’ll be avoiding me now. Hell, if I was her, I would avoid me too!

Upon entering my room, I realized choosing a T-Shirt for the day proved a hard task. Not because I had so little, but mostly because I had too many. Each of my awesome shirts had an equally awesome slogan, even though I shouldn’t be saying awesome because no-one says that anymore. In the end, I picked up a plain black one that read; ‘Sarcasm: Just another service I offer,’ and pulled it over my head.

I didn’t have many things to do with my days, seeing as I only worked at the book store on three days; Wednesday, Friday and Monday.

I considered seeing Alice, but it only made my face burn every time I thought of what went down the last time I saw her, my own mistake catching up on me. I’m so angry, but then I always was. Maybe I should ask her out to dinner, but maybe she would say no. Maybe I just wanted to see her eat something.

I pushed open the back door, unsure of what I was going to do until I was in the car.

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I knocked twice on the door, and waited for Alice to answer the door.

And waited

And waited

And waited

No answer.

OK, so I had waited for about ten seconds, but already doubt was creeping in. She knew now. She knew all about the pills and my fucked up head, and now she was never going to speak to me again. I bet she was hiding under the kitchen table armed with a baseball bat. Stupid Sam I thought, Always screwing up. Of course I didn’t deserve Alice; I was stupid to think she would even answer the door.

I should probably just go.

And then, the door clicked open.

“Do you know what the time is? I only ever get up at 7.00. Ever.” She said, surprisingly rude, but I guess that’s because I came to visit her at…

5.00 in the morning.

“I-Uh…Sorry, I mean-Uh…”

Alice tugged her nightgown further across her body, drawing attention to the ribs that protruded out of her stomach. I flinched, but Alice must have taken it the wrong way because she burned red and turned partially away from me.

“Spit it out Sam.” She said in an annoyed tone. I gulped, and played with the hem of my t-shirt.

Deep breaths. “Wilyougoonadatwimeh?”

Alice stared at me blankly, and then made a funny expression like she was trying not to laugh at my beetroot face. “Speak English, Sam.”

I shook my head and closed my eyes, attempting to start over. Slow and cool. Why, oh why could I not be good with girls?