Skinny Love (DreamNotFound)

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TW's:
-Eating disorder

'Dream?' George yelled.

Sapnap ran after me and grabbed my shoulders. 'Dude, what happened?'

'I almost kissed him. What's wrong with me? I-.'

'It's not weird you want to kiss him.'

'It is, he rejected me.'

'You still like him.'

'He is a boy, it's just not possible.'

'You're gay or bi or whatever. It's possible.'

'He will only like me if I'm thinner.'

'Dream! I think he will not like you more if you're thinner. He will maybe even prefer you being a little fatter.'

'Am I ugly?'

'No, but very thin.'

'I'm not.'

'You are very thin and people prefer a little more fat instead of bones. You're still perfect, but you are very thin.'

'Thin isn't good enough.'

George joined the conversation. 'What was that?'

'He panicked because he fell and he was scared you would now think he is fat,' Sapnap quickly said.

'Really? I didn't even feel you on top of me, I was looking at your eyes. They are like amazing.'

I blushed and hid my face. 'No, they aren't.'

'They really are.' He slightly blushed too.

Sapnap grinned a little. 'The moment?'

'Shut up,' I said ashamed. I was staring again.

'Yeah, the moment again,' George said giggling. It was so incredibly cute.

The rest of the day went by quickly, George helped me skate and I did better. After two hours I got really tired and George noticed.

'Are you okay? You're really pale.'

'I'm suddenly so tired.'

'Sap, he is tired. Let's go home.'

Sapnap nodded and we walked to the car. I sat in the back with George and I started falling asleep. I leaned more and more to left and I was too tired to realise what happened. I fell asleep with my head resting on Georges shoulder. I woke up when the car stopped driving and looked to my side.

'Oh my goodness, I'm so sorry,' I muttered.

'It's fine, you were really tired.'

'But-.'

'It's fine.'

I stood up and walked inside, I was a little dizzy.

'I'm dizzy,' I whispered.

'You should eat something.'

'Eat what?'

'Biscuits.'

'No, I can't.'

'A small salad?' Sapnap proposed.

'Without the sauce.'

'With a quart of the sauce,' George said.

'No.'

'Soup?'

I nodded. 'That's fine, is it bouillon?'

'Yeah, with some vegetables and meatballs.'

'I don't want the meat.'

'Yes, Dream. You have to eat at least 5.'

'That's so mean,' I said and I started crying.

I saw George smiled out of pity and he walked towards me, hugging me. 'It's fine, Dream. You really need it.'

I sighed and I nodded. 'Okay, 3 meatballs?'

'4.'

'Okay.'

I ate the soup with the four meatballs. It was scary, but it was fine in the end. George and Sapnap ate some biscuits which made me feel better. Before I knew it was dinner time. I was still full of the soup.

'I ate so much today, can I eat less?'

'No, you didn't eat much, Dream. You need this.'

'What are we eating.'

'We have fries.'

'No!'

'We make them ourselves and put them in the oven, we won't fry them.'

'I can't, you are so mean!' I screamed.

'We are constantly trying to help you,' Sapnap said. He sounded a little mad.

'I'm not eating that stupid shit.'

'You have to Dream. It's just like potatoes. They are from the oven, it's healthy.'

'No salt and no sauce.'

'Fine.'

'Why are you so mean,' I said and I started crying because anger.

George sighed softly and walked towards me. 'We aren't trying to bully you. It's not unhealthy.'

'But it's also not healthy!'

'It's just a potato.'

He was so beautiful, his arms around me calmed me down. Sapnap walked closer and tapped my shoulders secretly. He noticed me staring. I smiled at him and George and stood up.

'Can I go for a walk?'

'No, Dream. Only if you eat a little bit more.'

'But I-.'

'Only if you eat more,' Sapnap stated.

'If I eat 20 fries?'

'20 is nothing Dream. You eat at least 50.'

'40.'

'Fine, 40,' Sapnap sighed deeply. 'But, Dream. I'm stopping with debating. If I say you eat 50 you eat 50. If I listen to you, I will only make the voice in your head stronger.'

'But 50 is so much.'

'Dream, it's not. I can at least eat 100 of them and I will,' George said.

'Fine, I'll eat fifty, but no dessert.'

They both sighed, which made me cry again. I walked away.

'I CAN DO NOTHING RIGHT.'

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