Always

32| Univited

"Your aunt and cousins will be here in thirty minutes...unfortunately," my father informs me from the other side of my door.

"Great," I murmur.

What an amazing way to start off Thanksgiving, regretting my own existence. At least I didn't have to force down breakfast this morning like I did for the last month.

My mom's been in the kitchen from the sun rose and I'm not even surprised at the lengths she'll go to out-do her sister. I'm grateful though that my dad insulated my room door a few years ago so the nauseating smell of food doesn't bother me.

I re-downloaded my socials solely so that I'll be able to text Mya who's in Arizona right now. I had deleted them to stop myself from wandering the internet and spoiling my diet alteration plan, but the day was finally here.

Most of my messages and calls came from Greyson which wasn't surprising. I left him in the dark for quite some time. Most of them were him asking if I was okay or if he did anything wrong and my heart aches because he hasn't.

I completely avoided him for nearly a month after an intense and unforeseen make out session because I was afraid he'd hate me after I gain weight, which I have. And now that fear is coming to bite me in the ass because he probably hates me for ghosting him anyway.

I want to talk to him I really do. I just don't know what to say. I've been thinking of a response ever since he left that note and sour gummy worms, which are my absolute favorite, in my car but I don't think a text will fix anything. That's another problem though, because I haven't lost the weight yet and I have no idea when I'll be able to actually face him—

—"Honey, someone's here to see you," my dad interrupts my thoughts with a knock.

To see me? Mya's literally out of state. So who the hell?

"Who"—

"Don't worry sweetheart, I'll send them up so you don't have to smell too much of the food. Your mom's burning something."

"Oh, okay," is all my stupid mouth can say.

Send them up?!? I don't even know who it is and I look terrible! My hair's a mess, I'm still in nighties that aren't nowhere near baggy enough, and I still have on these stupid big framed glasses that only Mya sees me in.

I sit up and hug my knees against my chest to cover everything I can. Who could possibly be here? I instinctively pull my blanket over my head in a poor attempt to hide when a knock sounds from my door.

"Come in." I squeak.

The door opens and the footsteps I'm trying to decipher halt. The faint smell of burnt food wafts in and I feel like I'm about to throw up.

"Close the door," I strain.

At this point it wouldn't even matter who it is, because they're already here. But did they have to show up when I'm ugly? I hadn't planned on getting ready until after my family arrived so that I'll have more time in my room.

"Who is it?" I say quieter than I intended.

"No one special," his deep yet playful voice rings out. "Just a guy with a dick...and a face," he says casually.

My chest flutters and hammers and the same time. I've missed him so much and I hadn't even realized. But I also don't want him to see me like this.

I look awful.

"H-Heyyyy," I say awkwardly.