Weights

2. New "Friend"

I had made plenty of videos to be uploaded at different times today. I've already sent them to Robin for last editing checks. Maybe I should reward myself with breakfast at a café not too far from where I live? Yeah, I'll do that!

I leave my recording equipment to get a quick shower.. Maybe I'll redye my hair as well, it's seeming a bit faded.. After I eat I'll head to the hair dresser's and get it done.

I get dressed after my shower into some black jeans, white t-shirt, red hoodie, and white high tops. I roll the hoodie sleeves up to my elbows like always, I hate leaving them over my arms unless it's that cold. It was chilly, but not full-sleeve worthy. Anyway, café time. I could really use some black coffee and pancakes right now!

I head out, walking since it isn't too far. Plus, it's a fairly nice day outside. I'm moving to Britain soon, by Felix, though. Not sure if weather will be different, but one can hope. I get to the café and sit at a table, leaning back in the chair while looking down at my chained weight. I wonder if anyone else has one.. And if they can see them like I do.. This thing is as big as my whole hand by now, and is actually getting a bit heavy to drag around..

"Hey, Seán. Here for your usual?" One of the waitresses, Dreya, asks. I'm a daily to weekly customer. Whenever I'm too lazy to make my own breakfast, or food in general, I come here. So, you'd find me here very often. "You know it! And make the pancakes extra fluffy, none of that flat-flapjack shit." I lean back a bit cooler like I'm a little king requiring food from servants. Dreya seems to play along as she bows, her notepad held behind her back and her other hand over her chest, "Yes, oh great Lord Potato!"

I snicker before bursting out laughing, she soon does the same. "I know that laughter, is that McLoughlin back in here again?" I hear Mariné call from the kitchen. "No, this is Justin!" I call back before all three of us snap sassily, "Work it, Justin!" And continue laughing. They're amazing friends, and big fans of my channel. Draya nearly fainted when I first suggested a black coffee and eggs with French Toast from her about two or less years ago.

Said waitress heads back into the kitchen to get my order set. I just go on my phone and spam Mark with love emojis, GIFs, and morning welcomes for when he wakes up. After I run out of stuff to send, I trace my hand over my wrist tattoo a few times. What is this feeling..? This rare feeling.. Oh no.. It can't be.. My worst weakness...

I'm bored!!

"DRAYAAAAAA!!" I shout, earning some looks from the few other occupants of the café. They recognize me though, and I wave at a nice little family sitting in a booth. One of the two sons is wearing a Septiceye Sam hoodie and a scarf with Mark mustaches on it, which I compliment both pieces of clothing. I chuckle at him as he hides behind the back of his chair and fanboys his little head off. He looked about 10 or 11 years old.

Draya soon gets back with my food and coffee, "Here, now stop shouting ya big baby." As a response, I stick my tongue out at her like a child. She flicks my forehead and leaves me to eat. I look down at my food and my skin suddenly feels cold at the thought of eating it.. It looks good and all, but.. I don't want to end up eating too much..

.. No, I won't eat.. I want to look.. Nice.. Formal, collected, when I head to Boston for meet ups this month.. Mark and the guys will be there.. After all, I have noticed I'm gaining a bit much from only eating and relaxing without much activity.. So, no.. I won't eat..

Then I notice a new weight hooked up beside my Insomnia weight. It's already a bit smaller than my palm and bares the name Starvation.. I sigh and mutter,

"... well, hey new friend..."