Not Quite Perfect

Problems

  I'm having problems. Not the normal teenager kind, I still have those but they don't worry me as much anymore because I have bigger fish to fry. Like hiding my secret. I can't run in gym class anymore because I nearly collapse. I can barely stand up without getting dizzy. My friends are starting to become suspicious. Right now, it's lunchtime and I'm hoping that they won't notice that I'm not eating.
  "Come on, Kristy. Lets go get lunch," Addie says, standing up. I remain sitting.
  "You know, I'm not feeling too well. It's probably because I had a huge breakfast," I say fake-casually. Everyone stops eating to look at me. Crap. They're starting to notice.
  "Kristy, that's what you said two days ago," Casey says, turning toward me in her seat.
  "Guys, tomorrow, Kristy's going to have had a huge breakfast and Wednesday she's not going to be feeling too well. On Saturday if we meet up, she'll have had a big brunch," Jake says half-joking. I curse mentally.
  "No, really! I'm not lying. Don't you believe me?" I ask while fiddling with my charm bracelet. Addie, Casey, and Jake look relieved.
  "Yeah, I guess you're right. I mean, Kristy? Skip a meal?" Addie jokes before going to the lunch line. I sink down in my seat. Do I really eat that much? I can't, can I? I do. God, I'm so fat.
  "Kristy, I have a problem that only you can solve," Miles says dramatically with a sigh. I put up my hands.
  "Woah, buddy, I'm flattered, but-" I say, trying to hide a smile. Miles bursts into laughter.
  "Real mature, Kristy. No, I meant that...well, I'm attending a family reunion and my cousins and I are really competitive. And, well, they all are bringing their girlfriends. All five of them. So what I'm asking is... this Memorial Day, this weekend, will you come with me and pretend to be my girlfriend? Most of my relatives live in South Carolina, eight hours away. You and me would ride down in my car because my parents aren't going. We would spend the weekend at a hotel," Miles offers. I think for a moment before answering.
  "Okay! That would be cool," I say happily. Miles grins and starts to go over the details with me.

  "Are you ready to go?" Miles asks as I walk outside with my bag. I lift it up in response and put it in the backseat. It's six in the morning and we're leaving so early because the reunion area is about nine hours away.
  "So, breakfast? We can get some at eight, okay?" Miles asks. Crap. I'm on a fast.
  "I ate before we left," I lie. Miles glances at me, but doesn't comment. I rest my head on the window and watch as the scene whizzes by.

  "Lunch? It's one, you must be starving," Miles asks after glancing at the time on the radio.
  "Actually, I'm not feeling too well," I mumble, actually quite light-headed from lack of food. My stomach lets out a huge growl. Miles pulls over at Dairy Queen, and turns in his seat to look at me.
  "Bullsh*t," Miles growls. My eyes widen in shock.
  "Really! It's...girl stuff," I lie. Actually, I haven't had that trouble yet and I was supposed to two weeks ago. It's kind of worrying me, but it's the price I have to pay if I ever want to get to being skinny. Miles's cheeks turn bright red.
  "Lets get lunch," he says quickly. I order a salad and I play with it a lot instead of eating it. When he throws his food away, I do as well.

  "I love hotel rooms. I love, love, love- there's only one bed," I say as we walk in. The room looks nice, it looks pretty nice and super clean, but there is only one bed! It's a regular.
  "About that...well... they said that it was the only room that they had available," Miles explains. I let out a deep breath and set my bag down next to the wall. There isn't a couch, so we will have to sleep next to each other.

  Dinner. I hate making myself throw up, but I guess I'll have to unless I want Miles to be suspicious, which I don't. I have a soup.  Once I eat half of it. I am done.
  "I'm going to the restroom," I say guiltily. Miles nods. I hurry to the bathroom and make sure that nobody else is in it before throwing it up. I fix myself up and go back to Miles. We go up to the room and get ready for bed. I finish first, so I turn up the cold until it's pretty chilly and I lay on top of the blankets and sheets. It helps me lose weight, being cold. Miles comes in from the bathroom and stops in his tracks. Crap, I forgot about him.
  "Kristy, it's freezing!" Miles exclaims. I stutter before managing a sentence.
  "This is how I sleep at home. You can sleep under the covers if you want," I offer. I lift my head to look at him and my eyes widen in shock. He sleeps in his...boxers. He smirks ate as he slides in under the covers. This is going to be a long night.

  "God, Kristy, wake up! You're freezing," Miles says, shaking me. I startle awake and he sighs in relief. It is cold- colder than I usually sleep.
  "Get under the blankets, Kristy," Miles says. I know he won't let it go, so I get under with him. I'm attracted to his heat. I'm so cold. I snuggle up to him, close my eyes, and sigh.

  "Kris, wake up. Get ready, breakfast ends in an hour," Miles says, pulling the covers off of me. I sit up slowly and blink a few times before I'm awake enough to stand up. When I do, I sway on my feet and I see black spots. I looked it up and it means that my blood sugar is low. I steady myself with a hand on my bedside table. I get ready and we go downstairs. I have to eat something, I'll throw it up anyway, but Miles needs to think I'm eating. I take a piece of toast plain. Miles takes an Eggo waffle, yogurt with granola, a banana, and a muffin.
"Is that all you're going to eat?" he asks, staring at the slice that's halfway done.
"Um. Yes," I mutter. I am so embarrassed. I must look really gross eating. Everyone is probably trying to avoid looking at me. Once I'm down, I go throw it up, fix myself, and go back to Miles. It's time to meet the family.