Alex~

I guess I'm staying for dinner. I don't want to eat. I don't need to. I know his sister died of an eating disorder... I know this may bother him, but I need to be thin. I'm not at all thin. I'm a fat, ugly mess.

"Hi Alex! Call me Joyce."

"Hi." I greet, holding my sleeves with my hands. She smiles.

"Take what you want. I'm going out for a few hours." She says. We smile and she heads upstairs. He grabs two plates putting two on one and handing it to me.

"I don't want any." I say. He shoves them at me again and I know he won't take no for an answer. "Fine, but if I Throw up, it's your fault." I mutter.

"As long as you've eaten." He says, smiling. We go into the living room and sit down. I set my food on the table and look at Jack as he stuffs his face with pizza.

Yuck. The thought of food makes me sick.

"Alex. Please eat." He says. I sigh and grab a slice. I bite into it and already feel like throwing up. "Swallow."

"I can't." I mumble, spitting it out. I lean back on the couch after tossing my slice onto my plate. He leans back and drapes arm around my shoulders.

"Lex... I know you can." He says. I shake my head.

"I couldn't even if I wanted to. I haven't eaten for at least a month." I sigh. He rubs my shoulder and I look at him.

"You know... I... like you." He says, quietly. He does?

"I like you too." I say. He smiles.

He cups my face in his hands and leans in, kissing me. It's better than I imagined. We pull away and he smiles.

"Wow." Is all I can say. It was... amazing.

"So... do you maybe want to... be my boyfriend?" He asks. I smile and nod.

"But why do you like me? I'm an anorexic, emo, idiot." I sigh. He shakes his head.

"You may starve yourself, you may have cuts all over, but I couldn't love you any less." He says. I smile. "Every scar makes you more perfect than you already were. It shows you're strong."

"But I caved." I sigh.

"So what?" He asks. I bite my lip.

"I'm not strong... I'm weak... I'm still surprised you like me." I sigh. He takes my hand and rubs it with his thumb.

"You're the strongest person I know. Your brother died. Your dad left. Your mom doesn't even pay attention to you. I could never live like that. You're really strong Lexxy." He explains. I don't even know what to say.

All I can think of right now is the fact that my love for Jack is undeniable. Before I realize, he kisses me again.

"Boys," his mom calls from the stairs. We look up and see her all dressed up.

"Mom, where are you going?" Jack asks.

"Your dad and I are going to dinner with a couple of friends. Gotta look nice, right?"

"I guess."

"Alex, stay as long as you want. It is a Friday after all." She says. I smile and nod.

"Okay. Thanks." I say. She leaves and I look at Jack as my stomach rumbles.

"Alex... Please eat something." he begs.

I sigh, glancing at the pizza. I know I've eaten stuff, but not enough to make me full. Just the rice cakes. I haven't had a full on meal in a month. I don't want to start now.

"Jack... I need to be skinny." I sigh, looking at my stomach. I remember the deep cuts there and sigh.

"You're perfect. Stop." He say, smiling. I blush, looking down. He hugs my middle and I bite my lip. Ouch. "You okay?"

I didn't tell him about those cuts. Damn, the sting like hell. I nod slowly, looking at my stomach. I remember that those cuts might've been deep enough for needing stitches. Oh well...

"You sure?" He asks. I realize a look of pain is showing on my face. I nod. "You look like you're in pain."

"N-no." Because that doesn't give anything away. I sigh. "Fine... The other day... after our 'argument' I came home and drank a whole bottle of vodka.... then I... Kind of cut my stomach... Bad."

"Let me see." He says, beginning to lift my shirt. I bite my lip when he reveals my stomach. I see the cuts I was trying to forget. "Alex... These are deep."

"I know and they hurt like a bitch. I forgot about them until now." I tell him. He nods. "Can I stay here?"

"Yeah. Of course you can."

We go up to his room and lie in bed. We talk a little bit and he falls asleep. For some reason, sleep doesn't find me. I end up sitting there staring into the darkness. My thoughts wander off into nothing and then Tom pops into my head.

Suddenly, I'm crying.

Notes

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title credit: Miley Cyrus; Wrecking Ball