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William

The moment the last customer left, I hurried to leave. I left all the cleaning to Lucille, but I explained why, so she understood.

The entire ride there, I was bouncing in my seat with excitement to see Anthony. I genuinely missed him, even though I saw him the other day. I just liked seeing his gorgeous face and hearing his lovely laugh.

The moment I saw him, I practically tackled him with a large hug. I was more than glad to see him today. It's all I've looked forward to since I hung up on him last night.

"It's good to see you, cutie." Anthony smiles, pressing a short kiss to my lips. "My dad is working, but my mom is home. You can finally meet her."

Damn it... I was dreading meeting his parents, I absolutely hate the awkwardness or the overly sweetness.

"What does your dad work as? Isn't he in the military?"

Anthony nods, leading me towards the living room, "he's works on a base and has a weird schedule. He's a security guard, though."

"What about your mom?"

"She's a nurse." He informed me, squeezing gently onto my hand. "I told her a lot about you, so she's excited to see you."

My cheeks darkened, "does she know about us?" He nodded. "Really?"

He nodded again, "my parents don't really care about my sexuality much. It's not the first time I've talked about a guy."

"That makes me feel less special."

Anthony laughs, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You're different, babe. C'mon, dinners almost ready."

I instantly remembered dinner and my stimach churns. My eating was getting a bit better, mainly because Anthony encourages me to eat.

I didn't throw up at all in the past 3 days and I was proud of myself. I feel like Anthony has a positive impact on my eating habits, I feel a lot happier and I'm accepting myself a bit more.

"You must be William." A sweet, female voice beamed as I stepped into the kitchen with Anthony. I see a women standing near the stove, stirring a type of noodle, her head turned towards me.

She had the same dark brown eyes as Anthony and a similar smile. She was a gorgeous women, so I understand where Anthony got his looks from.

"It's great to finally meet you." Her voice was flowy and had a softness to it that reminded me of my my mom. She embraced in a small hug, her warmth radiating off of her. "I'm Jene."

I smile at the women, "it's nice to meet you, as well."

"Anthony, you didn't tell me how cute he was. I might steal him from you."

I couldn't help but let out a laugh-like giggle, glancing at my boyfriend. He shook his head at his mom, "that's illegal, Mom."

Jene let out a sweet laugh, "hm true. I'm making macoroni with meatloaf, is that fine, William?"

That seemed so filling and so much... All the carbs in the noodles and calories in the cheese... There's protein though, so it wasn't as bad as it could be.

"That's fine, ma'am." She sends me a warm smile before she looked back at the pot of boiling noodles.

Anthony tugs on my sleeve, pulling me towards his room. Once we entered the room, he pulled me onto his bed with him, his arms wrapped snugly around my waist.

He teasingly poked at my sides making me yelp in surprise.

"Sh, my mom is going to think we're doing something bad." Anthony jokes, kissing the corner of my lips. "I wouldn't mind if we did though."

I smacked his arm, shaking my head while laughing, "no, especially if your mom is here."

"So if she wasn't...?"

I roll my eyes playfully, shaking my head again.

Anthony held me in his arms for a moment, occasionally poking at my stomach or sides over my clothes. I felt a little self-conscious, but I knew he was just teasing me.

"You're squishable."

I nod, "yep, cause I'm fat." Anthony scoffs, shaking his head. "What?"

"You are anything but." He laughs, patting my stomach. I huff, looking back at him. "Ya know, you're really fucking cute."

Anthony's lips pressed against mine, moving me closer to him. I have been waiting for this for what seemed like forever.

I tilt my head up, feeling Anthony's hands slide down to my hips, rubbing circles into them with his thumbs.

"Boys, dinner is ready!"

The voice pulled Anthony and I apart, making me frown. I had to stop kissing Anthony and I had to eat food.

Amazing.

Dinner was very quiet since the other two were busy eating. I ate small pieces of the meatloaf, the food piling into my stomach like pounds would on my body.

I only ate half of my food and felt extremely bad, but I was unable to finish without feeling the urge to throw up. The food was amazing and I wish I could have finished it.

But my stomach was yelling at me to stop and my mind was beginning to fill with awful thoughts.

Jene understood, saying she gave me way too much, and just put the rest of my untouched food back. Anthony was already finished eating and was currently waiting on me to finish.

"Are you okay?" Anthony asked as I wrapped my arms around my upset stomach, feeling nauseous. He moved closer to me on his bed, brushing some of the hair out of my face.

I simply nodded, inhaling deeply to distract myself from wanting to throw up. I ate way too much and drank way too much water to not throw up.

"Babe, what's wrong? You can tell me. You look uncomfortable.'

I glance at him, thoughts beginning to spiral through my mind. Should I tell him? Not every single thing like that I throw up and hate myself and think that if I eat a single thing I'll get fat.

Just go over the surface of that.

"I'm not used to eating a lot." I simple reply, squeezing my arms around myself. "I don't like eating so I barely ever eat. My stomach isn't used to eating this much."

Anthony knits his brows together, stroking my cheek, "why don't you like eating? And if you weren't used to eating that much, you didn't have to eat til it hurts. I thought you didn't eat enough, but I guess not."

I purse my lips, looking down at my clammy hands. He's going to leave you because you hate yourself, William. Just say you aren't much of an eater.

"I'm just not really an eater." I shrug, rubbing my stomach gently. "And I ate so much because I didn't want your mom to think I didn't like it. I really did like the food, I just didn't like eating so much of it."

Anthony kissed my shoulder. "Okay, so give you small portions?" I nodded with a sheepish smile. "Alright, that's fine. You should have said something beforehand and I would have asked my mom to not put so much food on your plate."

I bite my lip, shrugging. My forehead pressed against his arm, inhaling his scent.

"So you just don't like eating?" Anthony asked, kissing my forehead. I shrug. "I'm still confused why you don't. Like I know you said you aren't much of an eater but, why?"

Abort mission. ABORT MISSION!

"I don't like the feeling of being full, so I only eat a little."

"Why don't you?"

Would he stop asking so many damn questions? He's lucky he's pretty. "It just makes me a little nauseous whenever I eat more than just small portions as a meal. Guess my stomach is just weird."

Anthony hums as he nodded. "I'll keep that in mind, babe." His arms wrapped around my waist, moving my arms out of the way. "How nauseous are you feeling right now? On a scale from 1-10."

100. "Maybe a 7 or 8, I knew if I ate more I would throw up." Anthony frowns slightly at that. "I'm fine, it'll go away soon."

No it won't. You're going to regret eating for the rest of the night.

Randomly, I started to feel extremely cold. Anthony's arms were wrapped around my waist, but he wasn't close enough to me to give off any warmth.

I scoot my body closer to Anthony, hoping he was a lot warmer to than me. Just being an inch or two away from him was close enough to feel his body heat rolling off of him.

He notices my coldness, pulling me farther into his arms, moving up so I could feel his warmth.

"Is it too cold in here?" Anthony asked , glancing up at his off fan. "I don't know if the vents are on right now."

"I get cold easily." I inform him, wishing I could sit under a hot, running shower or on a heater. I pull down my sleeves, assuming they would give me more warmth if I did that.

"I'll keep you warm." Anthony assured, hugging me towards him. I smile as his body heat engulfed me. "Better?"

I nodded, "much better." I turn my head towards him, his eyes meeting mine. He smiles before his lips pecked a gentle kiss onto mine.

The rest of the evening contained us watching TV while Anthony held me closer to him, occasionally giving me kisses. I loved every second of it.

My heart was happy and for the first time in so damn long, I was happy