Photo of Burger Boy on the side.
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Niall's POV
I love my new teeth. I said to myself as I spit out the final contents of the toothpaste from my mouth. I blow at my hand and smell my breath. I smiled. It seemed okay, so I finally finished my business in the boy's cubicle, and made my way downstairs.
I got stopped in my tracks when I heard something over at the women's bathroom. I remembered going up with Mandy, so I quickly assumed it was her. It sounded rather painful at first, so I leaned closer to hear. I widened my eyes in shock.
Mandy was vomiting.
Is she fine? I asked myself. She looked okay a few seconds ago. I heard some rustling at the other side, and I saw the knob turn. I didn't want her to know I was listening in on her while she was in the bathroom. She's going to think I'm a pervert!
I sprinted all the way down the stairs, and skipped toward heaven... I mean, the kitchen. I found Megan there, munching on some pringles. I leaned on the countertop panting, and looked behind. I saw that Mandy was already downstairs, unsuspicious and not knowing, so I sighed a breath of relief.
"Sup, Master Whore?" Megan smiled cheekily with some crumbs falling off her mouth when she talked. I raised my brow at her.
"Master Whore? Where'd you learn that? Thought you weren't a Directioner?" I leaned in to grab the tube of Pringles, but she slapped my hand away. Damn, feisty. I rubbed my hand, and sat up on the table still looking at her expectantly. Megan just shrugged and ate more, purposefully chewing on the chips slowly, making me drool. I looked at her blankly, and she smiled.
"Mandy shared some facts on the way here." She said. "Now what is up? You're all sweaty, and confused-looking." She waved a chip in the air. My eyes were probably on it the whole time she did, because when I looked back at her face, she was smirking.
"Well, upstairs-" I started. Megan opened another bag of junk food, and still refused to share.
"Upstairs, what?" She grabbed a mouthful, again. Sheesh, and I thought I was the pig. How does she maintain that figure? She eats more like a man. I widened my eyes. Is that why Mandy was vomiting, earlier?
"Hey, Megan. Do you ever gain weight when you eat THAT much?" I waited for her answer.
"Well, no." She didn't think much of the question.
"Are other girls like you?" I asked hopefully. She raised a brow.
"No, I'm just lucky I have high metabolism. Some girls have it hard to maintain their weight." My suspicions have been confirmed. "Why? What's that I-figured-it-out face all about- HEY!"
"Sorry!" I tried to apologize as I run past her toward the fridge. I had to get as much food as I needed.
"Well, geez, sorry I teased you too much. But I didn't think you'd be THIS hungry right away. And I thought I was the pig." I snickered at the similar comment.
"It's not for me." I finally decided that I couldn't carry anymore than what was in my arms. Megan gave me a certain look.
"It's not?" She asked, and I just nodded, running outside the door. I couldn't help myself. I had to help her right away. I can't stand to think that a girl in the world would think she can't eat just because she wanted to stay beautiful. Think of all the food wasted down that toilet!
"Mandy!" She jerked her head toward me, and widened her eyes at the sight of all the food. No, it's ok, Mandy. I will help you through this.
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