Obese // Ashton Irwin [On Hold]

Nauseating

Love the way she looks tbh

Nauseating

I'm sitting outside, waiting for Kelsey, when I'm approached again. "Sorry about earlier, I didn't mean to-"

"It's fine, Michael." He huffs. "It's actually not fine. I kinda went too far with the weight thing. And the teasing."

"Mostly just the weight thing." I nod. "Yeah, sorry about that." He whips out a bag of Panda Express and starts to eat next to me. The smell of the noodles and chicken make the bile once again rise in my throat. I jolt up, walk behind the forest of palm trees and throw up.

"Yo, Hart! You okay?" Michael asks in the distance. I ignore his question. "Do you have a napkin?"

"Uh, yeah." I feel something put into my outstretched hand. I wipe my mouth and stand, walking back towards Michael, a little wobbly. "Hey, Dude. Don't die on me now. I can't carry you." I stifle a laugh. "You don't look so good."

"I'm fine."

"No you're not!" Andrew states, coming towards us with Kelsey trailing behind. "You're going home!"

I roll my eyes. Then faint. Just like that.

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"It hasn't been long, just a few minutes. The whole school saw though." Kelsey says as I'm driven home. The nurse was there by the time we drove away, and I was still unconscious. She says Michael helped carry me and surprisingly I wasn't that heavy. Those were his words, not Kelsey's.

I only weigh 256. That's not heavy at all.

"Well, I'm surprised he even helped at all."

"So you smelled food and threw up? That's not normal."

"Maybe I got that stupid stomach flu again." I groan. "Yeah, ew." I laugh. "I'm feeling better. Can we go back to school!" I say standing up. I furrow my eyebrows.

No fatigue, nausea or dizziness.

"Let's buy food!" Kelsey exclaims. "I'll have a double meat burger with cheese, two orders of fries, shake and tartar sauce." They look at me weirdly. "Tartar sauce?"

"Sounds good to me right now."

"Weird ass craving."

"Eh. You're right. Scratch all that. A chicken pot pie with peanut butter." Kelsey laughs. "What about your diet? I thought you said you were gonna lay off those?" She quirks her eyebrow. I wrinkle my nose.

Oh yeah. The four letter word that gets on my nerves.

"Oh, well... FIDLAR." Andrew laughs.

"What does that mean?"

At a red light, Andrew shrugs and we both say, "Fuck It Dude. Life's A Risk." Then laugh.

"Why peanut butter though?" I shrug as we sit on the roof of my brothers car as we wait for his shift at work to end. I've had yet another craving and its weirder than the last. Nevermind not really. Chicken wings dipped in Nutella. A sweet and spicy mix.

"I don't know. Just add that to the weird shit I've been craving."

"Well at least most of them are healthy things."

"Ha, yeah." Healthy? No. Good af? Yes.

👶🏽•Two Weeks Later•👶🏽