the conversation was quite awkward, though spoke first. "so... " Troye said. "i bought you a sandwich" he said. i couldnt make out what wasin hs voice, but it sounded almost hopeful. " nahh im good. im not very hungry" i swear to god all i do is lie. the thing is i actually was hungry, but im trying to watch my weight. i weight. i weigh freaking 45 kilos! anyway when i said those words he gave me 'the look'. and i know there a a few definitions of 'the look' but this one was different. it was like he was saying ' i know everything so just eat the fucking sandwich. i know you hungry' so i took the sandwich, taking small bites at a time. " please, just, dont tell everyone ok?" i say to him, in hope that he'll lißten. but he gives me a look of disgust, like he's offended or something. "isabell robbinson! are you suggesting that i would tell people? im not a horrible person you know" he says with a smile, and i cant help but laugh. only, as i do, a bit of sandwich falls out of my mouth and we both just start laughing so hard, i thought the nurses would come in to see if we were ok, but they didnt. "this will be our little secret."
