Chubby Girls Cuddle Better (The Love Story of a Fat Girl)

Anything I Can Do, She Can Do Better

The day after my embarrassing kiss with Eric, I wouldn't even look at him. How could I? He probably thought I was a terrible kisser and he was most likely telling those Barbie dolls all about it. As if on cue, the round of lipo-suckers burst into their fake, nasal laughter around Eric. I sighed and took a seat at the table opposite Todd and Nikki.

"Don't look so glum, Iris. It's just a stupid boy," Nikki said reassuringly.

"Hey. As a part of the male species, I take offense," Todd commented playfully.

"Oh, that's right; Toddy's a big boy, isn't he?" Nikki replied, her voice oozing sarcasm. Todd grumbled something that sounded a lot like ‘witch’, then shoved a chip into his mouth. “Listen, Iris, he’s totally not worth your worry, ok? Just as long as you pretend he is nothing, the sooner you’ll get over him.” She was right. Damn, I hate when people are right and I can’t do anything about it. Psht, you got that right, Brain.

“Nikki, he was my first kiss and I just don’t know what to do… He was the only guy who, for two seconds, made me feel like an actual girl and not one of his jock-strap friends. I guess I just liked the feeling of being complimented by a pretty face,” I replied. I turned back to see if he was still there then jumped so quickly, I fell off the bench. “Shit! Eric, you cannot sneak up on people that way!”

“Sorry…” He muttered as he helped me up. “I was going to ask if you wanted to walk to Dance with me. I have to explain about yesterda—”

“Eric, are you coming?” a little voice called from the door. Well, if it isn’t Slut 1 and Slut 2! They were the girls who sat all by themselves on the sand as we were having a blast on Lake Day.

“Oh, um yes, Kaitlyn. I’ll be with you in a moment,” he called back. Kaitlyn (Slut 1) turned to Slut 2 and began gossiping about that new British boy band (New Direction or something like that). “I-I have to go, Iris, but please. Meet me at the spot at two o’clock sharp. We can talk then.” With that, he went to the door and had each Slut bond herself to his mildly built arms like he was a magnet. He appeared calm and cool but I saw a hint of discomfort in his eyes then I turned back to face Nikki and Todd.

“Guys, what’s a fat girl to do?” I muttered as I pressed my forehead to my crossed arms on the table.

“Fat? Where’s this ‘fat girl’ you speak of?” Todd asked, playfully putting his hand across his eyebrows and pretending to search the room, high and low. “All I see are two amazingly beautiful, kick-ass chicks at my table then a bunch of phonies.” Note to self: Todd is a good picker-upper. See him when things go bad and you need a dude’s shoulder to cry on. I laughed then shook my head at him.

“Todd, you’re too nice to be single. Just cut your glorious mane and you’ll be twice as popular as Eric,” I said. I was teasing of course, but there was some truth in that. Todd had this miraculously soft, incredibly long hair. I mean, it practically touched his butt. He called it The Mane. I bet he used Mane ‘N Tail for years… Anyway, he had these adorable, crystal grey eyes. It was like his whole body had an aura that said “I’m pretty hot” but his hair was like “NOPE!”. I would’ve actually had a thing for him if Nikki hadn’t already called Giggle Dibs. (A long story short, Giggle Dibs is when two girls find a boy they both find attractive. The minute he says something relatively funny, the girl who giggles and he looks at has achieved the Dibs on that guy and may take a Life tile. And Nikki laughed at everything Todd said.)

“Nah, my girl’ll come soon enough,” he replied, sneaking a glance at Nikki (who rolled her eyes at him) but I saw her trying not to smile. Ugh, just get married, have kids, grow old, and die together already! “Listen, Iris. You shouldn’t care about the outside. It’s everything on the inside that counts. It’s where your brain is, where your heart is, and most importantly, where your soul is. You know, you remind me of a certain song. You listen to Sleeping With Sirens, right?”