Jack
"What are you going to get?" Jonah whispered to Jack as they looked through the 'T.G.I Friday's' menue.
"Uh, probably just a salad" Jack replied subtly. Jonah cocked his eyebrow up and looked at him.
"Jack Avery, eating a salad? That's new" Jonah said, causing Jack's feelings to be hurt.
Jack just let out a sad chuckle and sunk into his seat. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't -" Jonah began but Jack quietly cut him off.
"No you're right." Jack said getting up. "I'll be right back" he said once again and quickly went into the bathroom.
He went into a stall and closed the door quickly, hovering over the toilet. He stuck his pointer finger in the back of his throat and felt himself gag. But if you don't eat, what is there to throw up?
Jack broke down with weak knees and start sob. "I really hate myself" jack said softly, punching his thigh.
He got up. He exited the stall and washed his hands. He took his time walking back to the table and plopped down in his seat, just in time for the waitress to come.
She went around the table, taking everyone else's orders, until she got to Jack.
Jack looked up at her with worried eyes and muttered out a small 'Caesar Salad' and handed her the menue.
He stared at everyone as they were all laughing together and in group conversations while jack wasn't, he was alone.
"What happened to me" he thought, closing his eyes.
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Diet / Why Don't We
Fanfiction"Jack, I'm worried. You've barely ate anything the last couple days, what's going on?" Corbyn said to his friend with an intense stare. "Nothings wrong, Bean. I'm just on a diet" Jack said tiredly, looking back at his bandmate with a pale face and...
