Sam's POV:
The next morning I woke up and put on a sweatshirt and leggings. I stole my moms treadmill for s bit and decided to use that for a good 20 minutes before running for an hour outside. I was hoping no one would notice me so I wore my hood.
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It was Saturday so I decided to go to carls.
I walked in Carly's room. Carly always looked so happy and thin. Why can't I be like her? I put on a fake smile " hey carls " she smiled widely " hey my meat loving best friend " I sighed to myself but kept on a fake smile. I was silent. I was still a bit out of breath from the exercise before..
Carly looked confused " why do you look so tired? Have you been crying? "
Shit.. I forgot to put on makeup to cover the redness on my eyes from crying so much last night.
" Nah, I took a shower last night and burnt my eyes and I got a bit teary eyed.. " I fake chuckled. Really Sam? Best you can come up with?
Carly chuckled. Wow she's so gullible..
Freddie walked in and noticed my eyes were red. Sam you okay?
" yeah I'm fine. " Carly smiled. Anyone want spaghetti tacos?
" si! " Freddie said
" nah thanks anyways " I said
Carly and Freddie both stared at me with blank facial expressions.
" what? " i asked.
" Sam you love spaghetti tacos! " Carly said. " So? "
" it's kind of confusing why you don't want any? You love them.. " Freddie said.
" Do you guys really think I eat 24/7? Because I don't. I do other stuff too. you know. " I sighed and furiously walked out of the room and walked home. Im lucky that I don't live too far. Why does everyone think I eat so much? Is it because of how I look?
A/N: Hey guys! Sorry I haven't been updating. I'm gonna update some more now, though! But I just hope I get reviews on how you like or dislike this story. Yes there will be seddie. Just wait..
