Because Who Could Love A Broken Girl? ✔️

Who Could Love Untoasted Toast

Skylar's P.O.V.

Well, that was the worst night of sleep I've had in a long time. Who knew it would be so much different?

I was cold, scared, and lonely all night long. I barely slept a wink, meanwhile Miles is annoyingly cheerful.

"Your little boy toy will be here in an hour. What do you want for breakfast? Cereal, pancakes, waffles, french toast, regular toast, untoasted toast- well, that one's just bread... Eggs, bacon, oatmeal, sausage, biscuits and gravy, omelets, pop tarts, fruit, yogurt-"

"Miles!" He turns to me. "Shut. Up. I love you, but you're way too cheery for my liking. How is it even possible to be that happy at nine o'clock in the morning?"

"I'm a morning person. I'm always like this before eleven. And don't get all sassy with me, it's not my fault you can't sleep without your sexy boyfriend."

I groan and drop my head onto the counter. He chuckles softly and pats my head like a dog.

"Seriously though, I love you, but you look like shit. Didn't you sleep at all last night?"

I shake my head and yawn before getting up. I open the fridge, grabbing a quart of orange juice, then close it again. Miles only stares at me as I pour myself a glass and slowly drink it.

"That's all your going to eat?" He asks cautiously.

"Calm down, Grayson will make me eat later anyways. Even if I told him I ate here, he wouldn't believe me, so there's no point. If I eat six meals a day I'm going to get even fatter. Which I don't want to deal with."

"Skylar, you aren't fat."

"Blah blah blah. I've heard it a thousand times from you, the guys, Spencer, and Grayson. Just because you all keep saying it, doesn't make me believe it. I'll eat, but I won't be happy about it. And I promise, I won't throw it up."

He stares at me for a while longer, seemingly unconvinced with my words.

"You have Grayson's number right?" He nods slowly. "You can call him to make sure I've been eating."

He sighs and holds his arms out for a hug. I walk into his chest and he grips me tightly.

"I don't want to have to keep tabs on you. I want to be able to trust you not to hurt yourself. By doing that, you're hurting everyone around you too."

"I know..." I sigh. "I don't mean to hurt people, I ready don't. I just don't like who I am, and I wanted to fix that."

"We all love you. Just don't forget that, okay?" I nod into his chest. "And please, at least eat an apple or something?"

I sigh before nodding. I pull away from his hold and grab an apple from the bowl, biting into it slowly. He smiles sadly at me before moving yet he stove to make himself eggs.

After a few minutes, our wave of seriousness fades and we return to our usual goofy selves.

Unfortunately, an hour passes by in what feels like seconds, and Grayson arrives to pick me up. I dig around in search for my phone, while Miles answers the door.

"Damn. You look even worse than Sky." I hear Miles say from the other room.

Suddenly curious, I get the phone, which was hiding behind the orange juice, and make my way to the door.

"Hey, Gra-" My eyes widen at the sight of him.

Miles was right he did look worse than me. He had dark circles under his bloodshot eyes, and his hair was a disheveled mess.