when john laurens was 13, his best friend, francis kinloch, called him fat.
john wrapped his arms around his stomach.
was he really fat?
he continued walking down the hall, trying his best not to cry, since he always thought it was a sighed of weakness.
francis was his best friend, why would he call him 'fat'? he sighed softly.
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when john laurens was 13, his crush, francis kinloch, called him fat.
it hurt worse than before.
john curled up in a bathroom stall a cried, till he couldn't breathe.
francis was the only one to calm him but.. how could he trust him?..
"jackie?" a voice broke the silence.
"go away.." john whimpered.
"no.. i'm sorry. you know i'm joking, right?"
john didn't reply.
"jeez! you're so sensitive, toughen up, crybaby."
john hugged himself tighter as more tears streamed down his face..
francis walked out and that's when john texted his mom, asking her to come get him.
john didn't leave his room until the next day..
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when john laurens was 14, his boyfriend, francis kinloch called him fat.
and it was true, john thought.
“i'm fat..” john mumbled.
“shut the fuck up, you're not.” francis mumbled.
john wanted to argue back but decided against it.
“you know i love you, right?”
john simply nodded.
“good boy.. such a precious angel..”
“we need to get to class.” john sighed.
francis nodded in a agreement, kissed his cheek and turned the other way to head to the classroom.
john just hid in the bathroom and cried.
fat. fat. fat.