eat {F.W.}

part 18

finn didn't even say a word he got up, put some boxers on, scooped me up, and ran to the kitchen.

he sat me on the counter and started digging through the fridge.

he grabbed a huge bag of frozen fries, and a pan.

"so you and emily huh?" the awkwardness was about to kill me.

"fuckbuddy." he didn't even look at me.

"oh no real feelings?" i don't know why, but knowing they weren't together made me happy.

"definitely not."

"i think she really likes you finn" why am i pushing this even farther when i know it's gonna hurt my feelings?

"ha. she likes all the guys here. salt? ah fuck it you're getting salt." he chuckled and sprinkled the salt over the frozen fries. after he put them in the oven.

finn walked over to me, "i am sorry. like genuinely sorry."

"i want to go home, i can't do this anymore finn. my weight isn't changing, and no one wants to help me, no one here actually cares. i'm sick." here comes the tears again.

he came to stand in between my legs, his hands came to my face and lifted it to his. "i know i don't show it but i care, i want to help."

"you called me disgusting, do you really want to help me?"

"rylee -"

"no please, no need to make up excuses. the truth always comes out when someone is angry." i pushed him away from me, "you smell like cheap perfume."

"no you're not going to do that."

"do what finn?" i pushed myself off the counter.

"push me away, after i tell you i'm sorry, after i tell you i care about you."

"you don't care about me finn, you don't even know me."

"your right i don't know that much, but what i do know is it's almost 2 in the morning and i'm making fries for you so you can eat."

i just huffed and threw myself back on the counter. he was right, no one else would have done this for me.

he looked at my clothing choice and smiled. "carebears?"

my face heated up, he laughed.

"ketchup princess?"