The entire car ride I was nervous. What does he even think of me? This whole situation has been so crazy. After a few minutes of driving in silence, he speaks up. "So...are you...anorexic?" I feel my heart drop when he says this. What? How could he possibly have any idea about any of this? I mean the scars were so clear, but...
"I'm sorry, I didn't meet to freak you out or anything. I was just wondering" He keeps his eyes focused on the road, one hand on the steering wheel. "How did you...find out?" I see his eyes searching the road for answers as he lets out a sigh. "Well...you did pass out after all" I passed out because of not eating? I didn't even realize...all the adrenaline...I thought I was too excited or something.
"Oh" I say, looking at my feet. No one was ever supposed to find out about this. I feel the tears coming to my eyes, my face getting hot. He reaches over and takes his hand in mine, the other still on the wheel. "Hey, its okay...I'm not mad at you or anything like that. I just want to understand...to help" He traces his thumb along my hand, eyes still focused.
"I mean...I'm not...anorexic...well, not technically anyway..." I trail off, trying to explain. "So you're undiagnosed?" He looks at me for a moment, his eyes questioning. "I guess" I say, the tears coming back for more. I try to hide my face as we pull into the driveway, but I can't. I know he can see the tears. As we pull to a stop, he places his other hand on my face, wiping the tears. "It's okay...it will all be okay...you're with me now okay?"
He lets go of my hand and gets out of the car, grabbing my things out of the backseat. He then comes around to my side and helps me out, shutting and locking the door behind me. "You're so sweet" I say as he leads me to the house. "Anything for you" he says, unlocking the door to the big house. I hadn't realized the size or beauty of the house until now. We walked in and he shut the door behind me.
I followed him into his kitchen as he hung his keys up, then to his room where he sets my stuff. "This is my room...it's not much but it's mine" He lays all of my bags in a chair and walks over to me. "Your room?" I say, weirdly nervous. "Yeah...I'm sorry I only have one room...is that okay?" He looks at me, and I feel my palms start to sweat. "I mean I can sleep on the couch if needed-"
"No! No! Perfectly fine! I don't mind at all if you don't!" My heart is beating fast, making everything worse. "Alright then. Well, it is almost midnight after all...we should probably get some sleep." I nod my head when I notice the mirror above his dresser. "I look disgusting" I say, looking at myself in the mirror. My hair looked all tangled, my eye bags were drooping, and my stomach looked like it was bursting out of my shirt. I had taken a shower before we left, but I still looked ugly.
"Don't say that-" he said, walking up behind me. He put his arms around me and placed his head on my shoulder, looking in the mirror. "I think you're beautiful" I could feel my heart beating even faster than before, electric sparks shooting off my skin where he touched me. He was so perfect, so pretty...
"I'm sorry...I don't mean to be weird its just...I think I like you"
