Fat.
Title: Fat
Pairing: Alex centric Andrew/Michael
Summary: There was no use grasping at things out of reach
Rating: Teen
A/N: Heh. Yeah... my mood right now.
Alex took a step back and closed his eyes, he couldn't stare at the numbers. They were flashing bold in his mind though. They didn't seem to be going down. No matter how much he tried, they still screamed 'fat'. He suppressed the tears and hit angrily at his thighs. He was never going to be perfect. Never going to be good enough. He kicked angrily at the floor ad flushed the toilet to make it look as though he went, as he walked out he stared at the weighing scales with disgust. He walked into the kitchen, Jason was making dinner. Alex hated himself for thinking that the Pasta and meat balls in the pan smelt delicious, he could feel his mouth watering just at the smell. 'fat!' his brain screamed at him and he slumped down on the chair.
“Dinner will be ready in about ten minutes,” Jason smiled.
“Not hungry.” The words slipped out of his mouth before Alex had time to think. “I'll make a sandwich later.”
“Oh, okay.” Jason said. Alex, not able to stay in the room any longer turned back out and cut through the family room, his heart fell to the floor when he saw Andrew kissing Michael. It wasn't an unusual sighting, the two were often found kissing in various rooms. Alex sighed. Michael was perfect; beautiful, handsome, skinny... three things Alex felt he could never be; he was just one. Fat. He hated Michael, envied him and hated him, wished he was him but hated him. For he was what Alex could never be, and he had what Alex could never had; Andrew.
He walked into the bedroom and lay on his bed, he curled up against his pillow and held tight. He refused to cry, refused to grasp at things out of reach yet he couldn't reach. He closed his eyes, tried to imagine being with Andrew, his heart ached but at least he could imagine. He wanted to keep his eyes shut tight, knowing that when he'd open his eyes he wouldn't have Andrew and he'd still be what he was... fat.