A.N.O.R.E.X.I.A [BxB]

Twenty-Eight.

                Dear Jack,

That was the best weekend of my life.

I woke up on Saturday morning and I could tell it was going to be a good day. After reading about your theory on how the light coming through your window in the morning sets the tone for your day, I've tried to do the same. Friday evening I had fallen asleep, fully dressed on top of my bed covers. The curtains had been left wide open and in the morning the sky outside was such an incredible shade of blue that I smiled just looking at it.

I couldn't wait to get to your house. My shower lasted about four minutes and I threw on whatever clothes I didn't have to iron, grabbed my pre-packed bag and left home. The bright red sunglasses that you thought were silly concealed my eyes from the blazing ball of gas in the sky, and though it was bright out I pulled the sleeves down on my light blue sweater to cover my hands.

The smile was still on my face. There was no way to stop it.

Walking to your house was like following a rainbow; I just wanted to reach the pot of gold at the end so badly. Thank every god in the universe that you actually exist and eventually my journey was over.

You opened the front door to me and beamed.

"Can I hug you?" I asked.

You rolled your eyes, reaching out a hand to grab my jumper and pull me into the hallway. I kicked the door shut behind me and hugged you so freaking hard I'm amazed you're still alive, to be honest.

"Jack, is that Toby?"

Your mother knew my name. I couldn't believe she'd bothered to learn my name. I practically skipped in the direction of her voice, so excited to introduce myself. It was like stepping into a fucking storybook. Alexandra- (am I allowed to call her that? I know she said I could but I just wondered if that was okay with you). Anyway, she was in the kitchen making cupcakes. Can you believe that? I mean, I know you probably can because she's your mother, but I was shocked. There was a toddler in a high chair and the Beatles on the radio and your mother was baking. The sweetness of the setting almost gave me diabetes, I swear to god.

She apologised for the messy kitchen- which wasn't even slightly messy, by the way- and we shook hands.

"I thought I'd bake something in honour of you coming over." Alexandra smiled and I died. I mean, I didn't die. But I died. "Jack, I know it's your time with your friend, but would you mind watching Tim until I'm done in here?"

"I would love to!" I exclaimed, walking over to the high chair and pulling your brother into my arms. He smelled like a goddamn precious little baby and if I had ovaries they would have exploded all over him. Timmy is absolutely beautiful. So is your mother, and so are you, so it didn't surprise me in the slightest to look into his brilliant green eyes and be absolutely captivated.

Timmy writhed in my arms as I carried him to the living room, determined to be free from my grasp.

"Don't worry, he's just a little fussy." You said when you saw me frowning. "Tim, you want to show Toby how you fly?"

Acting like I was already amazed as you took Timmy from my arms, I sat cross-legged on the ground and watched as you whirled around the space with him, letting him fly a centimetre out of your grip before you caught him again. He shrieked and laughed and it was amazing to get to see you in big brother mode.

Finally happy, Timmy 'landed' and came crawling over to greet me properly. You threw a teddy bear with bells sewn into it at my head and Tim laughed. I unfolded my legs and we sat together with our backs against the sofa, watching your brother play and grinning at him.