Hands | DNF

11.

"C'mon it's five in the morning, I am not one bit hungry."

"Your stomach thinks otherwise."

The fact was that I didn't feel hungry. Firstly it was 5 in the morning, secondly after not eating for a while the hunger stopped. And most of all I didn't want to consume anything with calories. When I felt down I didn't eat. That i stopped eating because it was the one thing in my life I could control. It was the best feeling I felt in control and it gave you that buzz. That feeling when you haven't eaten and you feel lightheaded and just amazing nothing could come close to it.

Nothing tastes better than skinny and I've found that out a while ago. Sometimes I wish I had never found that out and started starving myself but it was too late. But how do I explain that to him? He would just start walking on eggshells around me and I hate even the thought of that.

"I am really tired. Can we just go back to bed and eat later?"

He looked a bit sad but agreed.

I woke up around 11 and when I went downstairs I found clay at the kitchen island drinking a cup of coffee.

"Good morning. How did you sleep?"

"Well I kinda couldn't fall asleep after so just watched a movie and scrolled through social media. What about you Goggy?"

"I slept well but are you not tired because you basically pulled an all-nighter?"

"Nahh I slept a bit on the plane."

I thought about it and it didn't add up and I had this gut feeling he was hiding something from me but decided not to push.

"What do you wanna do today?"

"Well what is there to do over here?"

"Pretty much nothing special. Today Will was supposed to come over but I am not sure when."

Like on cue there was a knock on the door. I got up and went to open the door. As I stood up I felt the well known dizziness that I loved. I pretended like I was perfectly fine and just continued walking to the door. As I swung it open I saw Wilbur grinning at me. We exchanged greetings and I just stepped aside so he could enter.

Once Wilbur walked through the door he noticed the dirty blond on the couch.

"Hey what's up man, I don't think we've met before I am Wilbur."

"Oh Nice to meet you I am Clay."

Wilbur's eyes go wide.

"Wait! THE CLAY? George doesn't shut up about you.It's always Clay did this or Dream said that."

I shot Wilbur a look that clearly read that he's not gonna have a future if he continues talking.

"Oh, is that so?"

He looked at me with a smirk. I was as red as a tomato.

"Wilbur, do you like your teeth if so you shut up?"

"George, relax I'm just messing. Also a quick question. Why is he here, isn't he supposed to be in America."

"I decided to fly out and check up on George."

"Ok another quick question. Did you just wake up guys because you look like it.And also have you had breakfast? Because if not I really wanna go grab some brunch."

"I am down for brunch and we haven't eaten so that's perfect."