Title: Because You Love Him.
Rating: T (for language and subject matter.)
Summary: You notice the trashcan overflowing with snack cake wrappers that was empty when you got there. And you hadn't eaten anything. Nerdslash.
Author's Note: Hi. :D This is a Craig/Eric slash fic. It contains allusions to bulimia, so be aware of that. I dedicate this fic to AyanamiEraclea, because of her intense and obsessive love of this pairing. :] I also feel like you should know that I don't really know what to think of this fic. I'm not sure if I like it, yet.
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Your nose picks up the smell before your brain registers the situation.
Vomit; bitter and sharp.
You were just walking to get a soda, and then you smell puke and hear the toilet flush and now the water is running.
Swishspit. Swishspit.
You're frozen, because you can't understand what's going on.
You're still stuck when the door swings open and he jumps back in surprise, and then he's angry and demands, "What?", nervous and guarded, and you notice that his voice is a little hoarse.
You stand there with your mouth open and confusion in your eyes, so he pushes past you. The smell of vomit in your nose again thaws you out into frozen slush. Just enough to speak.
"Are you alright?" The words stumble out of your mouth and land on the spotless beige carpet as you stumble after him.
"I'm fine," he says, shooting you looks that you're used to. Looks that tell you to shut the hell up.
And then you notice everything.
You notice the trashcan overflowing with snack cake wrappers that was empty when you got there.
You notice the empty platter on the desk that his mom had brought in piled high with mini-burgers.
And you hadn't eaten anything.
"Craig, I-"
"Shut the fuck up, Eric."
And you do, because you love him, and this could tear you two apart.
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AN2: Review, please! :o)