Internet Scales (Patrick/Pete)

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Patrick's POV

Pete: Hey Patrick! Guess what?
Patrick: What now Pete? It's 3:30 in the morning
Pete: I'm coming to your state in the summer!

Pete was my internet friend. He had a horrible habit of messaging me at the wrong time. Since he lived in California and I lived in New York, he was three hours behind me. He didn't sleep until about one in the morning and still managed to function like that. I, however, cannot stay up late. I didn't know why. My dad blamed it on my growing stomach. But I didn't think it was that. I had never been able to sleep well. Anyway, the time difference and my sleeping habits had never made it easy to talk to Pete. 

Patrick: Mate, that's great
Pete: You don't sound too excited
Patrick: You can't hear me...
Pete: Still. Are you okay?
Pete: Patrick. Please talk.
Pete: Patrickkkkkkkk
Pete: Patrick...
Pete: Patrick are you okay?
Pete: Only eat if you are hungry

Pete: Patrick

I left my phone on the side as I searched through the fridge. I wasn't exactly hungry... that was my problem. I ate if I woke up during the night. I ate if I was bored. I ate mostly all day. It was really bad. Pete said he was worried about me. He'd often told me that he would hug me when he finally met me.  He sent me diets to follow, out of kindness, not in a shaming way. I'd try them all but after a few days, I was right back to where I started. I eventually grabbed some crisps and bread and went back to my room. I had so many messages from Pete. 

Pete: Patrick, please
Patrick: Sorry Pete
Pete: Patrick
Patrick: Yes?
Pete: Please go to the doctors in the morning. For your own sake
Pete: Please

Pete: Patrick