My Greatest Fear

Food

Scott POV

Kirstie was carrying her tray and I was carrying mine, plus Mitch's.

I set it down in front of him and then sat down next to him, Kirstie on my other side.

He just stared at it.

Everyone except Jake and Mitch were eating.

"Mitch..."I said.

Everyone noticed, seeing as nobody else was talking at the moment.

He ignored me and just stared at it.

Then, quietly, he said, "Im anorexic." 

Realization hit me and my eyes got wide.

"I'm so sorry Mitchie. I'll throw it away. I'm sorry" I said.

He shook his head and picked up his fork.

"I'll eat... For you."

My heart was pounding so hard. I felt my cheeks turn red.

I knew he never wanted to do anything. Like, for anyone. So the fact he was trying for me meant something.

I saw him stab some eggs with the fork and slowly bring them up to his lips.

He slowly chewed them before setting the fork down and picking a muffin up and nibbling it.

He glanced at me and I quickly returned my attention to my food.

***

After I was done I looked at Mitch's plate.

He had half the eggs left, a muffin wrapper, a little bit of juice left in his cup, and he had avoided apple and grapes.

He gave me a weak smile.

"I have to go to the bathroom."

I nodded and he got up and walked away.

***

Mitch POV

I wasn't actually going to the bathroom.

Well I was.

But I wasn't going to use it.

Ok, I kinda was.

But not in the way most people would.

I walked into the bathroom and locked the door on one of the stalls.

I got down on my knees and leaned over the toilet.

I stuck 2 fingers in my wide mouth and everything after that was a blur

***

Scott POV

Mitch had been in the bathroom for a long 20 minutes so I walked in to check on him.

The stench of throw up hit my nose and I knew what had happened.

I saw his shoes in one of the stalls but that's not what gave him away.

I heard him sobbing.

I walked up to the door and knocked gently.

I could hear his sobbing quiet down, but only a little.

As soon as I heard the door unlock I pushed it open.

I saw Mitch's tear stained face and I grabbed him in a hug.

I picked him up bridal style and he clutched my shirt in fear and started crying again.

I don't know why I did it, but I didn't regret it.

I guess I was caught up in the beauty of him. 

And with how close we were it was easy.

But I had leaned down and kissed him.

Not on the cheek or anything.

On the lips.

Just kidding.