I think for every chapter of Flightless Bird, American Mouth, I'll write one pointless short fic. :)
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The Fat Friend
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Sadie flexed her toes in the sand, newly slenderized from her strict diet of... well. Vegetables. Cutting out the hamburgers and fatty foods that Katie could binge on hourly and not gain a pound, she managed to drop nearly half her body weight. She was thinner, considerably, but still a little bit curvier than her best female friend for life.
It had taken a while, and the eighteen year old still was uncomfortable at the beach. Her swimsuit was definitely modest in comparison to her bfffl and roommate, Katie, who was in a black and white striped string bikini. They had outgrown their infatuation with dressing alike. Well, more like Sadie had-- it had cultimated in a screaming match while she was still heavy-- words flying quickly, mostly about how she 'hated being the fat friend' and how 'muffin tops and boobs poking over the tops of tube tops weren't attractive.'
That's when she resolved to go on the diet.
Sitting in the shade of the large umbrella, she poked her feet into the sunlight. The light was warm-- a dry heat, but she could feel her skin screaming at her-- "WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING?!" It asked her, enraged. She tucked her feet back into the shade.
Even her outermost layers knew that Sadie burned-- never tanned.
Her swimsuit was riding up-- a bright white top with a pair of black board shorts. She had felt even uncomfortable in that-- so she paired with a hot pink tanktop over it.
Arms crossed over her chest, she found herself watching her friend play beach volleyball with a set of typical beach boys-- attractive and tan and mesmerised by the jiggling mounds of flesh on her best friend's chest.
She leaned back into the shade, staring up at the worn pattern of the bottom of the umbrella.
No matter what she did, she thought, with a hint of self-pity, as she drifted off in the warmth of the sun, she would always be the fat friend.
