All of the Lights

Chapter Twelve

Previously...

"Whatever." He laughed and plopped down next to me. He wrapped an arm around my waist and pulled me closer into his chest. I leaned my head on his shoulder and sighed.

This feels so right.

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Chapter Twelve

"Babe... Babe..." Sam whispered. I groaned and pulled a pillow over my head.

"C'mon, Riley. Time to see Reagan." He laughed, nudging my arm.

"Go away." I complained. I was exhausted.

"As much as I want to cuddle with you all day, you've got to go. You can't just not show up. It's recorded live." Sam hopped on the bed and practically laid on me. He wrapped his arms around my sides, resting his head against my chest.

I ran my fingers through Sam's hair. He pulled his head up, leaning on his elbows.

"Let's get breakfast. Come on!" He encouraged. I laughed and pulled myself up. I kissed him on the nose and unraveled myself out of the covers.

Sam went downstairs to talk with the guys, while I tried to get dressed. I put on the same clothes from yesterday, trying to make myself not look like such a mess.

"Cody tried to make waffles. Help yourself. No promises you'll live, though." Jake, the drummer of the band and the other guy that lived with Sam, told me. I laughed and looked at Cody. He was staring at his plate angrily.

"Hey Cody." I greeted. Sam looked at me and shook his head, as if to tell me not to say anything.

"Hi." He muttered, pushing himself out of his chair and walking away.

"He's just being stupid. Ignore him." Jake told me, getting up and following Cody. I bit my lip and sat down next to Sam. He put his arm around me and sighed.

"Did I do something?" I asked, referring to Cody.

"No but I did. God, I'm a dick." He rubbed his face with his other hand.

"What happened?"

"It's complicated..."

"So you're not going to tell me?"

"Riley!" Sam groaned. "Just eat your breakfast, ok? We gotta' go."

"Fine, fine. No need to get snippy." I joked. I pulled out a plate and stacked one waffle on top.

This is too much... I can't eat it... But Sam's here... He can't know... I have to force myself. Just eat half, half isn't bad.

I slowly picked at my food, not wanting my slight eating disorder to become noticeable.

Yeah, I have an eating disorder... Haven't mentioned that yet? No one knows. I keep it to myself. I like to think that it's not necessarily an eating disorder. I still eat, just not a lot. A normal day would consist of eating a peach and carrots. That's it. That's all I need. If I eat more, I'm so nervous that I'll gain weight. I can't do that. Then the tabloids will pick on me, I'll look bad in red carpet events and my life will basically be ruined.

There's just so much pressure on celebrities. People look up to me. I can't be fat.

As I picked at my waffle, I noticed Sam staring at me.

"You don't eat much, do you?" He cocked an eyebrow.

Dammit.

"I'm just not that hungry." I smiled.