#9
Summary:
After Michael and Gavin visit Michael's family in Jersey, Michael realizes he's not as skinny as he thought he was. As Michael begins an... Unhealthy alternative to lose weight, he creates problems for both himself and Gavin due to their wedding coming up in the next month.
"Abbey, could you get the door!" My mom called from the kitchen. Gavin and I were sitting at the bar watching my mom scramble about the kitchen as she prepared the food for tonight's family gathering.
I smiled at Gavin and kissed him gently. I heard the sounds of my aunts and uncles walking through the door, greeting my sister happily. I got up from my place to go greet them as well, knowing my sister wouldn't be able to hold them off too well.
Gavin followed me like a lost puppy and I took his hand in mine, guiding him to the front door.
My family knew about Gavin and my's relationship from the moment it started. They were all overjoyed that I had finally met someone who I was planning to spend the rest of my life with. They all adored Gavin and most thought of him as their own relative.
When they had found out about my proposal to Gavin, they had been all over us. My aunts insisted they plan out the entire thing, my uncles laughed and told us good luck, my grandparents asked us for great grandchildren, ya know, the usual.
I stood near the door smiling at my family. My Aunt Ginger was the first to notice me and she quickly scrambled over to me, kissing both my cheeks.
"Oh, Michael, look at you. Still as handsome as ever," She purred happily. She hugged Gavin tightly and complimented his looks as well, which made me feel a burst of pride for a moment.
Her husband, my Uncle Tyler, shook my hand proudly, smiling at me and saying things about my looks and such.
"Not to mention, looks like your getting a little chubby," He laughed, patting my stomach whilst walking away.
I knew he was only joking but for some reason, once everyone was gone, I had the urge to pinch my stomach, just to see how much fat I did have. So I did, and I grimaced at the amount that I was able to pinch.
"You alright, Mi-cool?" Gavin asked me worriedly. I quickly pulled my shirt back down and nodded, smiling at him.
"You sure?" He asked me again. I nodded and wrapped an arm around his shoulder, leading him back to everyone.
But, I wasn't alright.
I wasn't alright at all.
"Hey, Gav, do you think I'm... I don't know... Chubby?" I asked Gavin that same night. Gavin was curled up in my childhood bed, watching me look at myself in the mirror.
"Well, when you try to gather all your chub together, like that then, yes, you are chubby," Gavin smirked, watching me again.
I sighed and pulled my shirt over my stomach again. My chubby, ugly stomach. I walked over to Gavin and my bed, feeling like I was waddling more than walking. I climbed into the bed, hearing it creak and instantly feeling ten times fatter.
Gavin curled up next to me and pressed his head into my chest. I wrapped my arms around his naturally skinny form, instantly feeling jealous when I felt how some of his bones jutted out.
Gavin had suffered from an eating disorder when he had fallen ill about two years ago and he was still recovering from it. It was horrible watching him become skinnier and skinnier to an incredibly unhealthy weight, and him not being able to do anything about it until he recovered. Now, I was kinda wondering if it wasn't all so bad. I mean, of course it's bad, Gavin looked half dead by the end of it, but he was incredibly skinny.
When I felt Gavin's breathing slow, I gently unwrapped my arms from around him and got up, willing the bed to not creak under my ungodly weight. It didn't, thank god, and I snuck away to the bathroom.
I counted the hours it had been when I had last eaten. About an hour in half so I still had some time to purge the food I had eaten.
I crouched over the toilet and brought up two of my fingers. I grimaced at how chubby they were and instantly was reminded of a time when Gavin had lovingly said that they were chubby. I sighed and instantly shoved my fingers down my throat.
I wasn't particularly fond of throwing up. But I'd do it if I really had to. Like when I ate twelve lava cakes and felt absolutely horrible after, or when Gavin bet me to eat a five pound gummy bear and it proved to be too much of a challenge. But right now, I wasn't particularly regretting my decision of throwing up my meal. In fact, I was kinda glad I did. I already felt thinner.
When I looked at myself in the mirror again, I couldn't help but smile at my reflection. There was no difference in my appearance yet, but I knew that I did weigh less.
Perhaps this wasn't a bad idea.
