Cupcakes are a Girls Best Friend

Zombies

After the mishap that happened at Monica's party, Robin has sworn off the inconvient shindigs for life. A purplelish blue bruise resides right above her eyebrow, where she was hit yesterday. She rubs the lump and winces.

"Dad?" Robin manages to croak from her dry throat. Footsteps scale the stairs and his fiance, comes in. Robin rolls her eyes while sighing, and lays back in her pillows.

"Are you okay Robin?" Tracy asks sitting down on the edge of her bed.

"I was till you came in." Robin mutters. Tracy sighs and tries to relax.

"I'm not hear to replace your mom Robin, I'm not here to prove I'm better than her or anything like that, I'm just here so I can help you." Tracy says patting Robin's head.

Robin brushes the spot where her hand touched her and pulls the covers over her head. "Go away." She commands and Tracy obeys by walking out of the room and shutting the door softly. Looking at the floral pattern of her comforter Robin decides to get up and weigh herself once more. The quick motion of sitting up makes her dizzy and she waits a few seconds before attempting to walk. She gets up again and slowly drags her feet to the bathroom, but her phone rings once she's halfway across the room. She sighs then turns around to pick it up.

"Hello?"

"Robs! You okay? Did I wake you up or something?" Greg says on the other end of the phone.

"Uh yea, but it's okay. What did you want?"

"We won! We're going to nationals!" Greg shouts into the phone. Robin can feel his excitement throught the line and screams for him. 

"Oh my gosh that's so exciting Greg! You know I'll be at the game!"

"I'll tell you how we won when you get home, deal? Right now dad is taking the team out for some fancy celebration dinner." He whines.

"Deal." she finishes then hangs up.

"Okay back to the original plan." she says aloud heading to the bathroom. Standing on the scale she catches the faint sign of a 10---before passing out.

The black out only lasted a few minutes but it was longer than the last time. She quickly reaches in her bag for some almonds and gobels them down knowing they'll come back up later.

"Robin! You want to come help choose wedding decorations?" Says her father from downstairs. She stops mid nuts to her mouth and glares at the door. What on earth made him think she'd want to follow them?

"No sir!" she dismisses politely and crawls back to the scale. Weighing her self again she sees the 10---was actually a 105 and she stares at the numbers unblinking.Running to the mirror as fast as she can she rips of her top and stares at her body in the mirror. Poking at her stomach she flinches then sticks out her tongue in disgust. Not good enough. Slipping the shirt back on she checks her phone again and finds out Greg's game is three days from now. There's also a text from Peter asking how she is and she contemplates texting him back.

I've felt better, wassup? She texts back.

Feeding a fish.

Wat?

Feeding my fish.

Why?

It's hungry.

She stares at her phone puzzled as to why his replies are so boring.

Are you bored talking to me or something.

No.

Getting frustrated she flips open her phone and dials his number.

"Hello?"