Unforgivable

Please Eat

Luke's P.O.V

I woke up in one of Marco's hoodies. He had a drawer full of them from his house. They were huge on him, but what I didn't expect was them being big on me. I was practically swimming in it. The only reason I liked them was because I knew they would smell like him-I never knew why girls did it but now- but knowing that they were practically a blanket on me made them even better. I took three.

But currently I was at the mall with Marco, Sarah, and Lacy. The girls were trying to get Marco some new clothes at Dick's, but Marco wanted to go to Hot Topic. So we did. Everyone got what they wanted at the other stores and then we went to Hot Topic. Which happened to be at the other end of the mall. All I wanted to do was eat but the girls were stubborn and told me I had to wait.

"Hey what do you think?" Lacy asked. She was holding up some rainbow shirt I didn't care to read.

"No Lacy," Marco said coming out of some racks.

"No," Lacy said when she saw what he was holding.

"Yes," I said when Marco started to frown.

"What? Since when have you been paying attention to something other than your stomach?"

"Since you started to-"

"Don't. I'll put it back," Marco said retreating.

"Don't," I said. I ran over to him and snatched the shirt he was holding.

"He said he didn't want it," Lacy said smuggle.

"I never said that," Macro stated.

"But you said you'd put it back," she said confused.

"I said that so we wouldn't get kicked out over you two fighting over a shirt I wanted," he said his head toward the ground.

"You found something you like?" Sarah asked coming back from the hoodies with a few in her hands.

"Well, kind of. It's just-" Lacy tried.

"No. If he likes it and knows he'll wear it get it. Don't force a style that wasn't meant to happen," Sarah said. Sarah took the shirt out of my hands and went to pay for it.

"Wait. I just-" Marco said running after her. I grabbed him and spun him around.

"No. You said you wanted it."

"But it costs a lot and did you see how many hoodies she had."

"It's okay," I said letting him go. I went over to Sarah and took out my wallet.

"You don't-"

"It's fine. He deserves it. After everything," I said paying for all of the stuff. 

"You've changed."

"I hope that's a good thing."

"The best thing."

*Time Skip*

Finally. I had food. I knew I was eating like a pig but I didn't care. I hadn't eaten all day, and this food was my savior. I could see Marco cringing at his food in the corner of my eye. He had taken two bites but then suddenly stopped. I was to involved in my food to care at the moment but I did watch him with a close eye.

"I gotta you the bathroom," Marco said getting up from his seat.

"Marco," Sarah said warningly.

"What? I got to piss," he said defensively.

"Be quick."

I had finished my food and was trying to finish Marco's when Sarah glared at me. Not long after she stood by the men's bathroom and called for Marco.

"God. Luke can you go in there and check on him."

"I guess," I hesitantly went in and looked around. The stalls were all empty except for one but some weird sounds were coming from it. "Hey Marco," I called.

A quiet, "Shit," came from the closed stall. Then a flush and then the door opened. Marco stood there with a guilty look on his face. He walked over to the sink and a smell went through the room.

"You weren't."

"Luke, please. Don't," he said pleadingly. I looked at him. He seemed fine but that day at the hospital was running through my head.

"Was the blood because of that?" I asked.

"No. Yes. I don't know."

"Marco. First cutting and now this."

"Well I'm sorry I'm not perfect like you," He said walking toward the door.

I ran over to him and through him over my shoulder. He yelled at first and tried to fight but soon gave up.

"Please put me down." 

"Not until you promise me something."

"No," he said. I flipped him up and sat him on the counter

"Why?"

"I won't make a promise I don't think I can keep," he whispered. His eyes didn't meet mine. He still looked guilty. I grabbed his chin lightly and brought his head up to mine. Our foreheads were touching. He brushed his cheek against mine and put his head on my shoulder.

"Will you try?"

"I don't know."

"Promise me you'll try."

He looked up at me and kissed my nose. "I promise."

"And who knows. Maybe my fat ass can help."

"Idiot."