Would you like Dessert?

↞Busted Buttons & Broken Hearts↠

Butch pawed at my leg, meowing loudly as he headed towards the door, for the following few days as I spent the majority of my time in my room reading. "I'm not dodging him!" I complained. Butch meowed in answer, huffing slightly. "What do you know? You're a cat!" I snapped the book shut with a spit. My stomach growled lowly, and my gaze fell to my stomach; it didn't help that I was already overweight, but now it appeared that I had the beginnings of a muffin top. My baggy white T-shirt was snug across my stomach as it stretched across. The prospect of getting bigger flashed through my mind, along with pictures of the tall blonde waiter pushing his thin fingers through my doughy tummy, sending chills of anxiety throughout my body.

My cheeks colored at the thought, and I swallowed hard, laying the book beside me as my stomach grumbled once more. "I know you're both plotting against me." I puffed, propped up with my elbows. Butch stood there staring at me with his huge golden eyes, his white tail waving behind him. I pushed myself off the bed, puffing out a breath and sighing gently.

Before stepping toward the door, I put on my hoodie and sneakers. Butch let out a small triumphant meow before leaping atop the dresser and watching me slowly seal the door behind me. "A light lunch won't hurt," I reasoned as I walked down the deck. When I hit something hard and stumbled backward.

A hand gripped mine, preventing me from falling. "We need to stop meeting like this." I cautiously looked up; it was the waitress. My cheeks darkened once again as I hurriedly removed my hand from his.

"What are you doing here?" I quizzed, mentally slapping myself.

The older male chuckled, "I'm off today, some of the staff gets Saturdays off." He explained. "you heading to the buffet?" He asked.

"Yeah, I was planning on having a light lunch today. Trying to cut back on my eating." I murmured while resting my hand on my stomach.

The waiter's eyes shifted down to my stomach, staring for a few minutes before smiling. "You look fine to me." He commented.

"You wouldn't say that if you saw how fat I was." I thought, grabbing a handful of my hoodie.

"Do you want some company? I haven't had anything yet." With a little shrug, he inquired.

My eyes widened, "S-S-Sure." I stammered relaxing slightly.

We walked silently for a few minutes, I could feel the taller male's eyes glancing down at me. "Drake." He said.

"S-S-Simon," I answered back, trying to keep my voice even.

"Cute name for a cute person," Drake said, smiling broadly.

Squeaking, I stood transfixed for a few seconds, watching Drake move a few steps in front of me before stopping and glancing back at me. "H-H-He thinks I'm cute?" I swallowed hard as I heard Drake's footsteps approach closer before his hand cupped the underside of my chin. forced me to look up at him, then just placed his hand on my brow.

"You don't seem to have a fever, do you feel alright? I can walk you back to your room." He offered.

"No! I'm OK; I just got lost in thinking for a while." Drake flinched as I yelled. I took his hand and began walking in front of him, leading him down the steps as we returned to the small eatery. The sounds of several voices surged around me, as did the clinking of glasses. I searched the area for a few seconds before taking Drake to the back of the restaurant and settling into one of the booths.

"Drake I thought it was your day off." A waiter questioned setting a glass of water down.

"Decided to have lunch with a new friend." He commented.

The waiter shifted his gaze to me, then back to Drake. "Friend? Or perhaps a new boyfriend?" He joked.

Drake's cheeks darkened, "No! It's nothing like that!" He screamed.