A loud roar moaned in George’s stomach. He sucked it in in order to hide the sound of hunger.
Every time I take a bite of something I immediately get sick! Ugh! I can’t even concentrate on reading without getting side-tracked from exhaustion. I need a change, I can’t keep focusing on this. I’m going to have fun today; and nothing is going to stop it!
For the fifth time he tried to concentrate on the intriguing book Desperation, but to no avail. He read the same paragraph over and over trying to process what he had read. He sighed, realizing that the demon that controlled the people in the book was also controlling him.
“BZZZZ!” George tapped his phone slowly, hoping it was Meagan. He was irritated to see that it wasn’t. It was from Timothy, and as usual, he was blowing him off again
George, I’m sick…I feel like utter crap. I wanted to hang out with you today since I was going to call out of work anyways. But when I get better, I’ll try to come over!
George ignored the message and then changed his phone’s volume to silent mode. He was sick of Timothy not trying. Timothy always turned the tables on him, but now, George felt as if he was on the brink of sanity. He felt like the truth was right in front of him.
“George! Come do your chores!” His mom screamed from downstairs.
“Gladly,” he whispered.
“Have you two decided on what kind of pizza you want?” The waitress asked, her pen touching the paper.
“What would you like George?” asked Meagan.
“It doesn’t matter, whichever you like best,” he replied sullenly
“One pepperoni pizza, please.” Meagan gave the menu back and the waitress walked away.
“George,” she began hesitantly, “I wanted to ask you – since we are friends – why you didn’t feel comfortable telling me you were bisexual? I just want to try to understand from your perspective.”
George stared at the glossy wooden table as he answered. “It’s not an easy world out there. I didn’t know how you would take it. I don’t want to lose what little friends I have. I can’t even tell my parents. No one would understand, so I’ve just kept it hidden for years.”
Meagan held his hand. “You don’t need to hide yourself from your friends anymore. If you need someone to talk to, talk to me. You don’t need to tear yourself apart. You’re destroying yourself for a love that I don’t think exists anymore. I know you don’t want to hear this, but I think you should break up with him.”
He bit his lips as tears swelled in his eyes. He gazed into Meagan’s concerned eyes and croaked, “All I wanted was someone to listen…all I wanted was for someone to show me compassion, to give me love. My whole life has been filled with cruelty, with coldness. I never felt like myself, even at home. My hands, they are always ice; you can feel how cold they are.”
The waitress appeared with the pizza as Meagan gently let go of his bony fingers.
“Enjoy!” She hurried to another table.
“I want you to eat, p-please…f-for me…” Meagan choked on her words as George smiled.
“I will.” He took a slice and nibbled on it. For a few minutes everything was quiet. They ate in silence until George spoke up. “Don’t worry about me, I’m used to it.” He smiled weakly as he managed to finish off his first slice of pizza.
“No one should have to go through any of this, especially you.” She grabbed another slice and slipped it onto George’s plate. “Eat.”
George picked up the slice, but hesitated to take a bite. I’m already full…I’m going to have to make myself eat.
“Please, I want to make today all about fun. Let’s talk about something else,” encouraged Meagan.
“Alright, how are you and Dom?” He asked, forcing himself to bite into the cheesy pizza.
“He wants to take me out to a movie soon. I think we can make this work. Enough about me, though. I’ve always wondered what you want to go to college for?”
“Well, I’ve always wanted to start my own business. I want to be an entrepreneur.”
“That’s really cool. What kind of business?” Meagan was intrigued. She listened as she sprinkled parmesan cheese on top of her pepperoni.
“I want to open my own book and game store. I’d have all different genres of books, even manga. I’d also have every game made for every console. It sucks that game stores these days have only have games for the new systems.”
Meagan’s eyes lit up and she droppedher pizza. “No way! You seem like you have everything mapped out! That seems like a great idea. Do you you want to know what my all-time favorite game is?” She smirked, taking another huge bite from her pizza.
“Well, you know mine is Resident Evil, but I have no idea what yours could be.” He chuckled.
“Jet Set Radio Future!” She giggled.
He looked at her in disbelief. Nobody knew that game. He realized there was more to Meagan than met the eye.
“Here’s the bill.” The waitress said, interrupting their moment as she handed George the receipt.
“I’ll pay for it,” George said as he fumbled for his wallet.
As he was reaching to pull his money out, Meagan snatched the receipt away and shook her head.
“No, this was my idea and a treat for you. I’ll pay for it.” She pulled out a twenty-dollar bill and gave it to the waitress. “Have a nice day.”
“You didn’t have to, I have money and- “
“Shut up! Let’s go to the arcade so I can kick your butt at skeeball and air hockey!”
Meagan hopped out of the booth, grabbed the leftover pizza, and led them toward