Fast In My Car
Lack Of Fuel
TONY'S POV
'Tony? Hello? Anyone in there?' moaned Mike, waving his free hand over my face as I gazed longingly at the road ahead. I wanted to rant endlessly about how perfect the kiss me and Julie shared was - the way we fit like two puzzle pieces, the way she smiled near the end. I wanted to tell him how weightless I felt when I held on to her hips and proceeded to pull her body close to mine. I'd replayed that moment over in my head a thousand times, needless to say it wasn't getting old any time soon.
'W-What? Yeah, uhhu.'
'What's up with you? You've been acting weird since lunch.'
I paused, remembering. Lunch was when I kissed Julie. Lunch was brilliant. Mike was my best friend in San Diego and I considered sharing your 'crush' with someone a way of deeming them a good friend in your books. I rolled my thumbs around each other, 'I kissed Julie.'
'Are you serious?' He said, a smile beaming across his face.
'Deadly.' I bit my lip as he shook his head and laughed a little out of sheer amazement.
JULIE'S POV
I took a seat at the dinner table and allowed the scent of freshly bakes pizza to creep up my nostrils. As the smell lingered, I tried to surpress the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
'There we go,' said my Mum as she slid a plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza in my direction. I looked down at the food which may as well have been alphabet soup reading 'FAT', and took my first bite. Swallowing it, I took my second bite soon after which - as expected - was just as revolting. Once I'd pushed myself to eat one full bit and the majority of the other (leaving only it's crust) my Mum excused me and I darted up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Staring down the toilet, Tony's words remained in my head. He was only trying to comfort you, Julie. None of it was true, he is no professional, Pamela is.
Quickly removing my fingers, I hunched over the bowl and began to puke. I rested both forearms on the rim as I continued to chuck up the contents of my recently eaten dinner. With each wave of nausia my body was becoming increasingly drained - lacking in food, nutrition, protein, water; everything. I fell away from the toilet, wiping my mouth.
Draggingin myself up and over to the scales that were located in the left corner of the room, I turned them on, waiting a second for them to power up, before hesitantly stepping on. 8.3 stone. I stomped off, feeling dissapointed with myself, and trudged through to my bedroom.
I decieded that the following day I was to skip all meals and dance with more effort than I ever had done previously in an attempt to burn the maximum amount of calories. It seemed like a good idea, but I had completely forgotten about my body - to quote my PE teacher, "bodies are like cars, without fuel they cannot run." It was the exact thing I shoudl've told myself, but I didn't, of course.
'Tony? Hello? Anyone in there?' moaned Mike, waving his free hand over my face as I gazed longingly at the road ahead. I wanted to rant endlessly about how perfect the kiss me and Julie shared was - the way we fit like two puzzle pieces, the way she smiled near the end. I wanted to tell him how weightless I felt when I held on to her hips and proceeded to pull her body close to mine. I'd replayed that moment over in my head a thousand times, needless to say it wasn't getting old any time soon.
'W-What? Yeah, uhhu.'
'What's up with you? You've been acting weird since lunch.'
I paused, remembering. Lunch was when I kissed Julie. Lunch was brilliant. Mike was my best friend in San Diego and I considered sharing your 'crush' with someone a way of deeming them a good friend in your books. I rolled my thumbs around each other, 'I kissed Julie.'
'Are you serious?' He said, a smile beaming across his face.
'Deadly.' I bit my lip as he shook his head and laughed a little out of sheer amazement.
JULIE'S POV
I took a seat at the dinner table and allowed the scent of freshly bakes pizza to creep up my nostrils. As the smell lingered, I tried to surpress the sick feeling in the pit of my stomach.
'There we go,' said my Mum as she slid a plate with two slices of pepperoni pizza in my direction. I looked down at the food which may as well have been alphabet soup reading 'FAT', and took my first bite. Swallowing it, I took my second bite soon after which - as expected - was just as revolting. Once I'd pushed myself to eat one full bit and the majority of the other (leaving only it's crust) my Mum excused me and I darted up the stairs and into the bathroom.
Staring down the toilet, Tony's words remained in my head. He was only trying to comfort you, Julie. None of it was true, he is no professional, Pamela is.
Quickly removing my fingers, I hunched over the bowl and began to puke. I rested both forearms on the rim as I continued to chuck up the contents of my recently eaten dinner. With each wave of nausia my body was becoming increasingly drained - lacking in food, nutrition, protein, water; everything. I fell away from the toilet, wiping my mouth.
Draggingin myself up and over to the scales that were located in the left corner of the room, I turned them on, waiting a second for them to power up, before hesitantly stepping on. 8.3 stone. I stomped off, feeling dissapointed with myself, and trudged through to my bedroom.
I decieded that the following day I was to skip all meals and dance with more effort than I ever had done previously in an attempt to burn the maximum amount of calories. It seemed like a good idea, but I had completely forgotten about my body - to quote my PE teacher, "bodies are like cars, without fuel they cannot run." It was the exact thing I shoudl've told myself, but I didn't, of course.
Notes
The next chapter is DRAMA FILLED.This one sucks.
Thanks for reading, you guys are all amazing (your comments made me smile, a lot.)
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aw, haha:3 check out the sequel! It's not over yet...
6/27/13