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It didn't take long before all the food disappeared.
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It didn't take long before all the food disappeared.
"Do you still want more?" asks Jo.
"Eh? Why, still hungry?" I say, raising my eyebrows. I mean, he has eaten quite a fair bit.
"Nah, it is just that you should eat more, you're so skinny!" Jo takes my wrist and goes, "See?"
I swat his paw away, "It's okay, I'm full already,"
Yes, I am very skinny. Some people call me a walking skeleton... but that is just exaggeration. I am underweight, not anorexic. I have been this size since young too, and I never knew why. But I do notice that I have an odd habit - I will only eat what is on my plate. I won't ask for more, and I won't eat any less if I am not full. My sister has been jealous of how I never ever got fat. Bah, whatever. I don't like to be this size though; it makes me feel small and weak. But I can't complain, I am VERY lazy when it comes to exercise. My confidence in exercising never had a foundation - having failed gym class all the time - which makes me have a sense of dread when it comes to working out.
I wonder if getting bigger can help in gym classes...
Sometimes I wished I was like Jo, or at least having his ability to eat. Then I may be bigger, and have the right physique to play and join sports with Gerr-
"..... and so you should eat more. Here, I'll get the apple pie for you, my treat."
"Wha...? N- " Before I can protest, Jo shoots his hand up and attracts the attention of the waitress.
She walks over and Jo quickly orders a large apple pie. I can only watch as Jo ordered. It is then I saw the expression of the girl. She is obviously and totally mesmerised by Jo. She is giggling and blushing all the time while talking to Jo. Just ordering a pie had never taken this long. Seriously? Just after mentioning that Jo is attractive? What coincidence.
After the order was processed, she walks back with the pie... and a large mug of root beer float.
"Umm... I didn't order the drink. You must have gotten the orders wrong," says Jo.
"Oh it is okay, it is meant for you, on the house," she replies, still giggling shamelessly. She takes Jo's paw and shoves a piece of paper into it before leaving to serve others.
"Hah! Looks like someone is interested in you man, there's even a free drink!" I say, teasing Jo, "Er, hello?"
Jo looks stunned at the girl's gesture. He looks halfway in shock and in confusion as though he had been slapped in the face. Jo turns and looks around before sliding the piece of paper containing her name and contact number into his pocket. He coughs before murmuring, "Well... too bad... not interested..." I had to perk my ears up to catch what he was saying and instantly regretted it because he concludes with a loud, "LET'S EAT YOUR PIE!"
"Come on, just a bit more! It's the last bit!" urges Jo. My muzzle is bulging with pieces of apple pie. I push the last bit in, and took a deep breath before swallowing the contents down. It took quite a fair bit of time finishing the whole load of pie.
"Yeah! You've just finished a large apple pie all by yourself! I'm so proud of you," He laughs, reaching out to congratulate me and pats my back with his furry grey arm. I give him the death stare for literally shoving pie in my face for the past half an hour. "Thanks for bloating me up ya?" I reply sarcastically.
"Haha! Rest awhile now, while I go pay for the meal," he say, fishing out his wallet.
I watch him while he pays. That girl that gave Jo the free float approached him again. He speaks to her for a bit before he walks back to me, still grinning away.
"Let's go now, we still have school stuff to do," he says, picking up his backpack and pulling the reluctant me along.
After we left, I continue to groan at how full I am. Jo was trained to ignore my habitual whining since young. But after we reach the junction where we usually part, he turns and says, "Oh please, it was just a pie and some pizza,"
"A large pie!!! I'm not trained to eat as much as you do, you know," I reply.
He laughs, "Heh. I'll accept that, but you do really have to eat more! Anyway you do want to grow bigger right?"
"I-"
Jo's ringtone suddenly went off. He answers the call, but the reply gives no clue who called. It was short and simple. "Hello? Oh okay. Cya in a bit." With that, he terminates the call and bids goodbye to me.
Ahh well, perhaps I should ask him next time.
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It isn't long before I reached home. My mom, as usual, starts her nagging machine after she knows that I'm back. Seriously, I have no idea why there is always enough topics for her to nag at. It can be anything under the sun, from my studies to our neighbours. I gave a grunt before entering my room and closing the door.
I usually don't talk much to my parents. I know that they don't really understand me or my work. You could ask them simple questions like "What is my favourite fruit?" and they will be blindly guessing till they got it. Granted a generation gap, but they just refuse to try and understand the new generation or follow new trends.
I can say that they are pretty rooted to their old ways and thinking. You know, things like alpha males carrying the family name and all that crap, and sadly, for that alpha male thing, I am so 'lucky' to be the next as my dad is the eldest and I'm his only son. And by now, it is no doubt that my sexual orientation is not going to make me have any pups. I wonder how it would be like coming out to them... I can only hope that they have started to change their thinking. I mean, I do love them and appreciate their love and everything, but...
Sometimes I can't even call them mom and dad, and I don't really know why. Well, we weren't really close in the first place, my dad works till late at night every day, and mom just annoys the hell out of me with her usual nonsense. So habitually, I started to ignore my parents. Or maybe I wanted to prepare them for the next time when I leave the house; tears won't be shed as much.
Not that I had a bad childhood or anything, it just wasn't special or filled with happy memories. I don't really remember how I spent my childhood, other than the fact that I hang out with Jo often.
Snapping out of my thinking, I changed my clothes and begin the daily routine: work, games then sleep.
After I finished my schoolwork, my elder sister came into my room to talk. She's one of the few people that I actually relax and talk to. Though I believe that I don't really have a choice because she is my only sibling and my parents are...
She came in to ask about school work and stuff. We usually do not talk long, because her attention span is very short. A call or a message will divert her attention away. And her, being pretty and somewhat popular, it won't be long before she's gone.
Now that I think about it, there really aren't many people I can talk to.
Argh, I should stop myself from thinking any further, because I know that it will somehow lead to self-pity and sadness.
With that, I took off my shirt and slumped onto the bed, resting for the day.