Adopted by the Rowlands

Being Honest

a/n: heyyyy. this is a very long chapter to make up for not updating in forever. and just to make sure: Does everyone remember Elly? (The Rowland's neighbor who's not annoying) Basically what was said:
"She's way too skinny for a thirteen year old."

E L L Y

Oh God. Here they were. The Rowland's were coming over for dinner and I looked absolutely disgusting, as usual. I didn't think that my outfit was bad, even though my mom criticised it. I wore a cream sweater and dark jean shorts. She said I would be too hot in a long sleeve shirt. I told her it was cold inside, and I would be fine. She didn't think anything of it, but I didn't want her to see the scars. New or old.

*possible trigger warning*

I walked downstairs and into the sunroom, my stomache growling. I picked up a cracker and a piece of cheese and put them together. No. Don't eat that. You'll get fatter than you already are. I agreed with myself. I did not need the extra weight. I bit my lip and threw it in the trash.

"Can you get the door?" My mom yelled.

"Yeah," I responded.

I opened up to see a smiling Brandon holding a cake.

"Umm, everyone else might be late because my mom burned the casserole. Again." He laughed at himself and it made me blush.

They were cute and all, but I didn't understand the big fuss. My sister was obsessed but she doesn't even know them. The way I see them: boys who only famous for their looks and have no talent. Alex on the other hand is a different story. She can really sing. I couldn't sing if my life depended on it.

I let Brandon in and led him to our sunroom, where all the food was. He set the cake down at the end of the table, and sat near me. I was standing up, I hardly ever sit. Standing up burns more calories than sitting down. It's a simple thing to do, and it's a basic fact about losing weight.

"So, do you do any sports?" Brandon asked, bringing me back to reality.

"Uh yeah. I run a lot, but it's been hard lately because it's so hot here."

It's been an absolute nightmare, not being able to exercise. Our treadmill and elliptical machine were supposed to come a long time ago.

"Oh, yeah. The weather never really changes, and it's awful." Brandon said.

I shrugged. "Do you want to go to my room while we're waiting? And my sister isn't back yet, so you could hide."

He laughed, "Sure."

We quickly walked up and entered my room. Luckily I had cleaned it before they got here. Brandon sat on my desk chair and swirled around.

I giggled, "You're gonna fall!"

"No I won't!"

And sure enough, seconds later, BOOM. He fell out of the chair. He held his head and we laughed until our tummies hurt.

"Help me up!" He whined.

"No, I need to go to the bathroom."