The Golden Couple

Chap. 19

"So food loaded with sugar and food chemical feed cancer cells," I informed Bryce, as he sorted his laundry.

"They feed cancer cells?"

I nodded. "As does the acid from soda."

Bryce abandoned his laundry, taking a seat next to me on his bed.

"GMOs cause rapid tumor growth," I pointed out.

"What contains GMOs?"

"Most foods."

"Well that's incredibly unhelpful."

I kept researching, my laptop resting on my lap as I surfed the Internet.

"Top ten foods that feed cancer," Bryce said. "Click on that."

And so I did.

"GMOs are at number one," I stated.

"Well damn, am I expected not to eat food?"

"Processed meats."

"Like hot dogs?"

I nodded. "Especially like hot dogs."

"Boo."

"Microwave popcorn at number three."

"Well that's okay, microwave popcorn isn't that great."

I rolled my eyes. Bryce has always preferred cracker jacks to microwave popcorn.

"Soda at number four."

Bryce clutched his hand on his heart, falling back on his bed. "Not my coke."

"Diet foods and beverages?"

"Those are gross anyways."

"Refined white flours."

"What are those?" Bryce asked, cracking open an eye.

"It's a common ingredient in processed foods," I recited.

"Basically we're back to the whole GMO thing. This website is telling me I can no longer consume food."

I rolled my eyes, scrolling down the webpage. "Dirty fruits."

"Dirty fruits?" Bryce couldn't help but smile. "Those fruits need to use protection."

"It just means fruits that aren't marked organic or pesticide-free you dork."

"This is depressing me."

"Farmed salmon is number nine on the list."

"Who the hell eats fish?"

"And coming in at number ten are hydrogenated oils."

"The fuck are those?"

"Commonly used in processed foods for shelf-life," I recited.

Bryce let out a long groan, staring up at his ceiling.

"You asked me to look this up," I reminded him.

"Well I don't want to feed the cancer cells," he defended. "But I need to eat to live."

"I'll do some more research, you finish up your laundry so you don't stink you when you take me out tonight."

"Take me out to the ball game," Bryce sang, as he hopped up off of his bed. "Take me out with the crowd!"

I rolled my eyes, opening up a new tab as I continued my cancer research.

"You can't lie on my laundry," Bryce informed Dawson, nudging him with his foot.

Dawson had made himself comfortable on Bryce's regulars.