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here i go again...
After her shower she went up the stiars and into her room. Just as she was putting on her pajamas on her phone rang. She knew it was him.
"Hello?"
"Hey! Whats up?" he asked. (Whats up was the typical conversation starter in her era and thus almost always fallowed the greeting.)
"Nothing much, you?"
"Nothing. Did you eat?" She looked around her room. Thinking of how to respond to that question.
"No, not yet," she said.
"Well you've gotta eat soon, Baby."
"I know, I know. I was just about to and then you called." Perfect, she thought, this aught to make him feel guilty.
"Aw, I'm sorry sweets. Why don't you go eat?"
"Don't want to. I'd rather talk to you." Another dead on hit, she thought.
"Alright," he said, "So...did you shower?"
"As a matter of fact, yes I did."
"How was it?"
"Really nice. Cleared my head all up."
"Good."
She was forcing herself to focus on the voice comming through to phone. It took all her strength not to get lost in to depth of her newly painted, dark blue, ceiling; but, eventually she couldn't focus anymore. She heard a voice but understood none of the words going into her ear.
What he was actually saying was: "I'm glad you're not as mad at me as I thought you were. I was really expecting you to rip me a new one for hanging up on me. Thats why I'm so lucky. You're so forgiving. Oh I forgot to tell you, I have to go to Justin's for band practice tomorrow after school. I can still take you home but I probably wont get to talk to you as much as you and I would both like. Is that ok? Baby?...Sweets?..."
And all she heard was: "Baby?...Sweets?..." and so she responded with: "Yea, sure." And she smiled to herself.
The rest of their conversation was something like that. That is until she decided, or rather the depth of the newly painted, dark blue, ceiling had told her, to tell him about her decision of annirexia. Then it went something like this:
"Baby, I told you. What about Shana? Do you remember the story about Shana?"
"No...I really don't," She said just to push his buttons. She was trying to get him to tell her the story again.
"Yes you do, Babe. Remember? She was my best childhood friend and she died? Remember how she died?" His voice was breaking now and she could hear him swallowin hard, surely fighting the ever growing lump in his throat.
"No, I do not. Tell me!"
"She did what you're trying to do! She starved herself and when she tried to eat her stomach spit it right back out. So even when she thought she was finally skinny enough, her body wouldn't let her eat. Do you want that to happen to you? Do you want to die?"
"Sometimes..."
"Well you can't! You can't die! You can't leave me alone. I already told you, if you die, I die. I can't live without you babe. I dont even know how I did it before."
"Well in heaven, everyone has their perfect bodies and we can live together up there."
"No! What about all you're dreams of becoming a famous writer some day? What about our future? Doesn't that mean anything to you?!"
"Yea, it does baby. I guess you're right." And so it was. He had once again succesfully convinced her not to starve herslef. For the time being anyway.
gotta go get ready now. peace out.
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