MIRA
Waking up to the smell of bacon and pancakes is usable pretty great, unless you're me. This just means that my mom is going to try to force some food down my throat before I have time to even protest.
Oh what fun.
I groan and grab my phone from the beside table.
Me: Hey
Me: Will
Me: W
Me: answer your phoneeee
W: sorry I was in the shower, what's up?
Me: I'm trying to waste time
W: so I'm a waste of time?
W: how rude
Me: No! I just can't go downstairs. My mom made a huge breakfast
W: you should go eat! Do you know what I would give to be back home for my moms breakfast?
Me: you dot understand, W. I can't.
W: three bites.
Me: what's are you..?
W: I know you have an eating disorder, you've told me before.
Me: oh.. right
W: So take 3 bites. For me.
Me: 3 is a lot.
W: come on, you might actually like the food and you will make me and your mom really happy
Me: well
Me: Will, really. I don't know if I can
W: you can talk to me while you do it
Me: you know how easy it is to lie over text?
W: call me, is what I meant. Hmu XD
Me: really? You would help me?
W: of course, M
Okay. Okay, I can call him right? I can. I will.
I take a deep breath and dial the number I've been waiting to type for so long.
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