Basorexia: A Jacob Sartorius Fanfic #Wattys2017

"You're My Everything, Babe!"

     Jacob's face looked perfect in this moonlight. His hazel eyes twinkled and sparkled just like the constellations above us.  He was wearing his tie-dye muscle shirt and black nike shorts, and he was wearing tan Sperrys and a blue bandana in his hair. I thought about how stunning he looked when he was sitting on the ground, picking up sand with one hand and dropping it repeatedly.
     "I love you so much," Jacob declared, as he released the sand one last time and looked at me straight in my eyes. He bit his lip so hard, I thought he was going to bruise it. I bit my lip too. I love biting my lip. It makes me feel sensual, even though I look like a pufferfish all the time.
"Your shamrock green eyes are the reason I'm living, Alana." He whispered so quietly, I almost had to ask him to repeat what he said. I blushed and my cheeks turned into a spaghetti sauce red.
"I love you too, Jacob," I replied back to him, "I truly believe we're soul mates."
"I agree, I'm so lucky to be yours," He told me.
      We stared at the ocean for what seemed like forever, and I look at the side of his face while he's still focusing on the black waves of the ocean. I bit my lip even harder. He turned back around and smiled at me, showing off his (poorly brushed) yellowish-whitish teeth and purple braces.
     "You're my everything, babe!" he said to me and laughed. My cheeks turned even redder and bit my lip so hard I thought I was going to rip it open. He leaned in for a kiss slowly, I focused on the shape of his lips, but it was getting difficult because my vision was getting blurry. It felt as if I was blinking in and out of existence.
     Within one second I'm back in reality. No Jacob, no beach, and no romance. I'm back in my bathroom, laying on my back, and bloody arms. My razors are scattered across the floor and I let one tear escape from my eye.
     "Jacob, come back," I whisper to myself, "Please..."