• Highest Ranking #1 in Bulimia •
•Highest Ranking #1 in Free Mental Illness •
He's a quarterback struggling with a secret eating disorder that's destroying his life.
She's a food-fanatic who loves every curve in her beautiful body.
When their scho...
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"Oh damn, Dia's gonna kill you." Andrew whistles. He pounds on his Xbox controller, swearing as his avatars health starts to go down.
"Why I just invited Cira to the party- everyone goes- Amanda won't care."
"Yeah- whatever. You got a medkit dude?"
"Yup- here."
We're playing fortnite, possibly one of the most boring games ever invented, but also one of the most addictive.
I start to build a fort around us, caving us in as we discuss a battle strategy.
"You take your jet back, and sneak up on them. I'll be in the distant with a sniper- I'll get them." Andrew stammers. He sighs as his health goes up again, but then suddenly our fort explodes.
We're dead.
"Motherfucker! Did you- what!" Andrew shouts, jumping up and throwing his remote across my bed in exasperation.
"Relax." I laugh chucking my remote at his head, he deflects it easily with a yelp.
"Ugh get we get some food up in this joint," Andrew says laying across my bed and gripping his stomach. "I haven't eaten since lunch."
"Yeah- and you had a sloppy joe, with cheesy friends."
"Yeah, so what," Andrew says faking hurt feelings. "I'm a growing boy."
"Fine," I say rolling my eyes. I reach over to my desk and pull out two protein bars. "Here, eat up."
Andrew stares at his protein bar with big eyes. "Bro, this is bird food. Literally looks like bird shit."
"Let's get back to the game."
"No come on Will, you didn't eat lunch-"
"-wasn't hungry."
"- is this all you eat?"
I glare down Andrew, then rip open the protein bar, and take a huge bite of it. Its true I haven't eaten today, and it's 5 pm. I've just forgotten.
I munch down on the bar, it's grossly chewy, but I scoff it down quickly and grab my remote.
"Okay, your gonna be Spitfire, and I'm gonna be Jonesy," I say.
"Are you making me play as Spitfire 'cause I'm black."
I roll my eyes and snort. "Fine-I'll be Spitfire- you can be Jonesy."
"Yeah- no. I'll be Spitfire."
"You're annoying." I laugh, and he grins proudly.
" Kay, we have about four hours before we report to Sabrina's we should be able to win at least once." He says. "One... two... three!"
