I was walking around (y/n)'s apartment just browsing and being nosy since she stepped out to help her neighbor when I came across a weird medical form I had never seen before. I got scared hoping her health was okay but the got mad reading the info on it.
Dr. Chana works miracles from weight loss to new faces.
I almost threw up reading that. Why would she want surgery? I kept reading and she had selected weight loss surgery. Now my blood was boiling.
She walked in and started scolding me about minding my own business, but I wasn't having it and held the papers above my head which were way too far from her reach.
"Why do you need this?"
"Because I do give it back"
"That's not an answer"
"NO ONE WILL LOVE ME IF I KEEP BEING FAT OKAY" she yelled frustrated. This was beyond just that. That explanation was just the surface. I had to do something because her brain was lying to her as she had already gotten down to her goal weight.
"(Y/n) you are not heavy anymore. Your brain is lying to you." I said softly walking up to her.
"Fine, I'll tell you the real reason."
"If I don't do this then you will never see me as more than a friend." The rage came tunneling back through my veins.
"WHO THE FUCK TOLD YOU THAT??? I HAVE ALWAYS SEEN YOU AS MORE AND ALWAYS WILL!!" I pushed her against the couch causing her to fall and I fall on top of her but caught myself and just hovering. I gave her a rough kiss pressing my lips down hard on hers.
"I never want to hear you say that again because next time it will not be pretty. You understand?" I asked her and her dazed look caught my eyes making me chuckle.
I got up and tore the papers into little pieces before laying back on the couch and making out with her.
