Smith
"I can't wait for all the food," is the first thing Dayanara says when waking from her slumber.
She begins listing specific meals while in complete awe at the idea of food. I smile because, well, I'm happy that she's excited. I'm glad that she loves food. Even though I'm getting more scared by the second, it's precious to see her thrilled.
"Abuela is going to be so happy to see you," Dayanara gushes while popping fruit snacks into her mouth. I can practically taste the gummy sticking between my teeth and the fruitiness running across my tongue. Oh, the thing I would do for some. "And your Spanish is so much better than last time."
I almost forgot that Dayanara's grandma speaks hardly any English. She can understand it to an extent, but she doesn't speak much of it. With the help of Dayanara as translation, I've been able to have more conversations with her grandmother as the years go by. Though some of my Spanish is broken phrases or incorrect grammar, I can tell Dayanara's grandma appreciates my effort.
"Sorta..."
My best friend flashes me a gorgeous smile, "it's okay. You'll always be her favorite white boy."
"Awe, I'm glad." Dayanara holds out a packet of fruit snacks while holding her grin. What's with all the Velador's making me the biggest pushover? I swear, they all share the same bright smile and pleading eyes that I can't say no to. It's like saying no to a whimpering puppy. "Thank you."
"Remember that time we ate a whole box of these and puked rainbows?"
Part of me wants to cry at the distant memory because I was so young and happy when it happened. The other part of me wants to cry because I doubt I'll get that happiness back towards food. "I'll never forget that," I shudder.
As I talk about nonsense with Dayanara, I glance at my watch every handful of minutes. As the hands tick, more anxiety fills me. The closer we get, the more it hits me that I'm not going to be able to restrict or make myself sick at all for days. To be honest, I can't remember the last time I went a day without purging.
"Do you know how much longer," I asks, hoping Diego won't be upset with me for asking again so soon. Luckily, the boy doesn't seem effected by my question. He tilts his phone to show me the GPS that reads we'll be there in 3 minutes. My heart drops, but I manage to mumur out a, "thanks."
"Good to see that neither one of you killed each other while I was sleeping," Dayanara comments as I eat one of the gummies. I'd most definitely kill Diego to have more of these. Okay, maybe not, but still.
"I didn't want to wake you," Diego shrugs. His monotonous reply makes me shiver. I swear, he's actually going to take me into the woods and slaughter me. And he'd do it all with a smile. "Kidding, of course..."
"You can't kill Smith," Dayanara demands. I wait for her reasoning while eating the last gummy in the pouch. The overwhelming urge to asks for another slams in to me. I know I don't need another, though. I didn't even need the first one."He's too cute and cool."
"That debatable."
"You're so mean."
"I don't care."
I blink at the two talking as if I'm not there. Familiar street signs and small shops fill my vision. More mountains are able to be seen, along with snowy bushes and trees. My eyes flicker to my watch, gulping at the moving hands.
