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

Eight.

 Dear Toby,

                Well, I’m not sure if you’re aware, but the past few days have been wonderful for me. You gave me that lift home on Friday, and today it is Tuesday. On Saturday morning I woke up early, filled with energy- probably due to the day before. So I decided to go for a run. I hadn’t been for a run on a Saturday for a long time, not since I quit swimming. You see, I used to be part of the town swim team and do competitions and stuff, but I got addicted to the exercise and had to quit. I just couldn’t do it anymore. I think they call it burnout. I still go for runs from time to time, but my mum always worries that I’ll get addicted again. So I try to act like a stereotypical lazy teenager. Only I’m not so normal.

 Anyway, I couldn’t run for too long because my muscles weren’t used to it. When I got back home I was literally dripping with sweat so I had a shower and then made a cup of tea and all that. Although my family wasn’t awake to acknowledge me, I didn’t feel invisible. I think I should thank you for that.

 For the rest of the day I mostly did school work and helped my parents around the house. But that night I logged onto Facebook and I had a friend request- from you. I didn’t have many friends on Facebook- just family and people who were better than me but not popular enough to decline- and I never uploaded statuses or photos. I accepted your request and clicked onto your profile. I’m sorry if it comes across as me stalking you or something, but I was just interested. You’re one of the few people who are actually photogenic; many comments on your photos, I noticed, are girls telling you to do modelling- and I agree with them! Next I checked your profile’s “Interested In” and saw you hadn’t selected anything. Not men, not women, not both. That made me very sad, by the way. I looked at your interests and saw lots of movies and books, all from various genres, and was pleased to see that we had some common likes. It was then that you popped up on the little message service, saying hello. I realised that I could talk to you there instead of letters, and got sad again. I quite like writing these letters. Anyway, I said hello back and thanked you again for the lift and you accepted. You told me that I seemed like a nice guy and that we should talk. Then you said goodbye.

 ‘Dinner’.

 ‘Okay. Bye.’

 ‘Bye.’

 Then on Sunday you ‘poked’ me and I ‘poked’ you back. It was very lame but exciting at the same time; not even my family had paid me this much attention on Facebook before.

 Yesterday we bumped into each other in the school corridors and you said hello and asked how I was, and I replied and enquired back and then we parted. Some people looked at me and I could practically hear what they were thinking- why is Toby Macken talking to that kid? I’m not quite sure what the answer to that question is, but I’m pretty excited to find out.

 Incidentally, I have decided to definitely continue to write these letters; especially now there is a chance you may read them after all.

 Oh, and I checked, and it is called burnout.

                Love,
                Jack.