Abomination (Ryden)

Chapter 34

By eight that night, Jon and I are sprawled out on the couch, feet tangled in the middle, with the remnants of the double chocolate chip cookies we baked only a few hours ago, melted ice cream, half-eaten chips and two empty bottles of two liter pop surrounding us.

I cant move.

"Jon," I whine, rubbing my protruding belly, "I can't move."

He groans, shifts a little on the couch, feet knocking against mine. "Me neither," he agrees, and lets out a loud burp.

"I think I just gained twenty pounds," I say, and I'm not even being dramatic either, I mean, I'm pretty sure I've consumed more junk in the past three hours than I have in my whole entire life. "I can feel the rolls forming already. I'm going to be fat, and Ryan's not going to have sex with me anymore. No one ever is, because no one likes having sex with a fat person," I cry, and okay, maybe this time I'm being a little dramatic, but still. I don't want to be fat.

Jon laughs, throwing his head back against the couch armrest. "Knowing you, you'll probably be just as much as a twig when you wake up tomorrow."

I make a face, but I know he's probably right.

"What should we do now?" I ask, stomach rumbling beneath my fingertips.

He shrugs. "I dunno."

We've already baked cookies, played video games, then attempted to watch A Walk to Remember, but I made Jon turn it off because Jamie's father was reminding me too much of Ryan's and that's just not cool for our BFF night, and well, let alone ever. Okay, and it was just plain old creeping me out.

"We could watch another movie?" he suggests lazily.

"We could. Or we could watch porn."

Jon wrinkles his nose. "But - but, wouldn't that be kind of... weird?"

I take a moment to sit and contemplate this before deciding that yes, he's right, and that would be weird. Very weird. "You're right," I agree. "Never mind. Another chick flick it is then."

He laughs, then makes a noise from the back of his throat, but doesn't get up to put on another movie. I don't blame him, cause the mere thought of getting up right now makes me want to keel over and just die.

We're silent for a bit, the only noises are our stuffed stomachs growling discomfortingly about every .5 of a second.

"You miss Ryan, don't you?" Jon asks, voice muffled and tired from the opposite end of the couch.

"...no..."

He kicks my foot with his. "Liar."

I sigh, defeated. "Fine, maybe only a little. But I don't understand why cause he's just a big ass and he's with that stupid skank right now."

"True," he replies with a small nod and laughs.

I wait a second before asking, "And you miss Spencer don't you?"

He pouts. "Yes, but that's even more sadder cause I just saw him like, three hours ago. I'm so lame."

I smile, and if I wasn't glued to the couch I'd really consider going over and pinching his cheeks for being so cute. "You really do like him, don't you?"

"Oh god," he groans. "Don't even get me started. I won't stop. Save yourself."

I laugh. "You're probably right."

There's another short pause, and I just stare up at the ceiling. Even after all this time, I still find it a little weird to think about how Spencer and Ryan just came into our lives like they did, so randomly. Before they were the little church boys that we'd never even give the time of day (okay, more like the other way around, but still). Spencer was just this homophobic kid who Jon would drool and make weird noises over from afar. And Ryan, was just Ryan, the pastors son who I barely even looked twice at. And now... now, I couldn't even imagine what it would be like not to have them in my life - and I even mean Spencer when I say that.