It's Difficult To Be Gabe

staving game

After a while, I get up. Brushing my hair till it gets more manageable. Bluey purple strands fall from my hair. They light up on the floor.

". . . That's not a good sign." I mutter to myself. "It's almost like they've become. . plastic."

After a while, I start to get shaky with the thought of becoming a living doll. Then i just think 'fuck it, that's kinda cool'. And well that thought is the reason I'm now umm. . A model and actress. But you'll see more of that later on. 

I measure around my waist. Hmm not bad, 29. But I can do better. Though Gade wants me to stop with this dieting shit and start eating chips and shit again. But nope, never. Then i look in the mirror. .

You can clearly see my check bones. But that isn't good enough. I whip out the makeup and start to highlight it, it make it more clear to people. Then i layer on the blue and purple eye shadow, adding little white dots to make it look like a galaxy. After that I used white eye liner to make my eyes stand out. Last but not least, I add my contacts. Today I went with red so they'll stand out better.

Soon I crawled into my walk in closest. Looking around for the perfect dress for my more extreme look. And there it was, my old larping dress. It was hand crafted by me. Some of it was purple fabric, some of it was white stripped black fabric. Some parts had frills, others were not. And I even put a big, blue under skirt to shake things up.

When the clock struck 12, Gade woke up again and had a good look at me. He then proceeded to stand and walk over to me. Taking me by the wrist and pulling me towards him. I let out a soft yelp.

"Your still dieting, aren't you?" he growled.

"Gade, it's just make up." I lied.

". . . . Ugh, it better be. Now go eat something, we must have something in the fridge." he sighed. Before I could speak, he was dragging me into the kitchen by my wrist. Ugh, dick. "Sit down."

he looks through the fridge, soon pulling out from bacon and eggs.

"I'd rather be a vegan. . " I whine to myself, knowing he won't listen. I can kick and scream but that man wouldn't listen.

"I know that." he said. I almost gasped that responded. "But I just know that you'd still eat barely anything. And only eat chips once a month."

He gave me a plate of greasy food. Eggs and bacon, ew. Unhappy with this, I push the plate away. And something that i never thought would happen. . Happened.

He fell to his knees, covering his face. I quickly ran to his side and kneel down beside him.

"Whats wrong?! Whats the matter Gade!?" I throw questions at him.

"I-I can't watch you starve l-like this. . You think I l-like watching my best friend suffer at h-her own hands?" he asked something. . I never thought he'd ask.

". .  .No" i reply bluntly.

"Then w-why do this to me? Why torture me l-like this?"

". . . Gade.  . ."

"W-why hurt me like this?"

"Gade. . . "

". . . What?"

"I'll eat. ."

". . Thank you."

I stand up, helping poor Gade up on his feet. But then i notice. . He's getting skinny.

"And so are you."

"Huh?"

"Gade don't think I haven't seen you go without food when I do."

I share out the massive plate of food into two normal plates. I sit Gade next to him, giving him a gentle kiss on the check which leaves a blue and white dotted mark on him. He quickly noticed and started to rub at it.

"Love you, best friend."

"Love you more, Gade."