Unaccepted

Chapter 15: Sympathy?

Logan's POV:
Anxiety's scale read 112 lbs. He's 17 lbs underweight. Why would he do this? Is he just naturally not hungry, or does he know he's doing this?
"Anxiety, you are 17 lbs underweight," I said.
"I-I... am?" He stuttered.
"Yes, the lowest normal weight standard for you is 129 lbs."
"So?"
"You need to eat more."
"I'm fine, Logic"
"Can you at least eat twice a day?" I asked. He stayed silent.
"I-I'll try..."
I sure hope he does...

Virge's POV:
God fucking damn it!! He knows now! He'll probably tell Patton so Patton can "take care of me" and force feed me. Fuck, I didn't want this. I mean, Deceit never told me to do this before. I always thought I was fat, but Deceit didn't start to convince me to starve myself until a little recently.

I grabbed a bag of Cheetos and unclipped the closed pin and rolled it open.
"Happy?" I asked sarcastically. I sat down on my bed, sitting against the wall, and started to eat the Cheetos. Logan looked a little tongue-tied, but I could tell he was trying to help, but slowly realizing he's failing a bit. I really don't want to eat these Cheetos right now. I guess I'll change my eating habits by only eating breakfast or only eating dinner because Patton makes it almost every time.

I grabbed my earbuds and put on "Welcome to My Life" by Simple Plan, because it's so relatable, and sometimes I feel like I'm the singer and I'm talking to everyone else about how they've never felt like nothing is ok or felt out of place or etc...

Logan finally walked out of my room, looking like he doesn't know what to do, probably because he obviously doesn't. Cool. I don't really get why anyone tries to help. All they do is tell me how I ruin anything and pretty much everything for Thomas. So why not? Then I heard a knock at the door...
"What?" I groaned.
"I... just wanted to tell you something...", Roman.

    Should I answer? Or tell him I'm busy? I'll just answer cause' my anxious self is too worried about not answering his bullshit. I opened to the door to see a stressed-out looking Roman.
"What?" I said, trying to sound nicer.
"I was trying to apologize a few days ago."
"For what?"
"For telling you such an awful thing..." he said. Liar...
"Umm... when exactly?" I crossed my arms, leaning on my door frame.
"The exact day I... said it. Your room door was wide open an–"
"So you eavesdropped?" I interrupted.
"What?"
"I know you did. I could feel your presence. It felt like someone was watching me and Logan and Patton were both with me. It's obvious it was you."
"I'm sorry. I felt so bad, and I'm sorry for eavesdropping, or basically everything that's happened." Liar...
"Dude, you're sentenced to a wheelchair"
"Yeah, but I don't think you beat me up."
"Oh really? Even PATTON does. PATTON!"
"Maybe he did at the moment, but he truly doesn't." he said. Hmph...
"Cool." I brushed him off, almost shutting the door when he asked a question.

    "Do you wanna watch a movie?". What the hell? Why'd I watch a movie with you, even though you're my crush, I'd think you HATED me by now?! Shit, I don't want to be rude but I don't want to seem too much like an ignorant asshole even though that's the persona I put on... oh well.
"Fine" I groaned. He smiled a little.
"But I get to pick it, I'm getting a little tired of Disney right now," I said, expressionless.
"Awww... why?"
"I came across this show called Once Upon A Time a few years back and it 'ruined' Disney for me. I prefer it.." I admitted.
"Well... ok"
"Suicide Squad," I said as I smirked a little.
"Ok." He said, and he sunk out while I went downstairs.