It was happening again. The uncontrollable urge to throw up everything she had just consumed. She hurried to her bathroom and turned the water on so no one would hear what she was about to do. She bent down pulling her hair back, and stuck two fingers down her throat.

It all started three months ago, when she was online looking through pictures of models and celebrities and started to realize she looked nothing like any of them. She was at least three sizes bigger and four inches shorter. Over time she started skipping meals and preparing meals only to throw them away five seconds later when no one was looking. She didn't make herself get sick until three weeks ago when nothing else seemed to work. It was strictly a backup plan when she couldn't get away with skipping dinner or felt like she ate too much. She didn't have a problem, she was just controlling her weight, or that's what she told herself whenever she starts worrying that she will end up like those girls on the shows, eighty seven pounds and an inch from death.

She flushed the toilet an wiped her mouth standing up and examining herself in the mirror. She washed her hands and ran a toothbrush over her teeth. She stepped back and lifted her shirt up and looked at her stomach. She cringed at what she saw, fat, everywhere. It just won't go away no matter how many times she throws up or how many meals she skips or miles she runs. It's always there.

As she walked down the hallway of her school she felt her stomach growl, but ignored it. She didn't eat breakfast and had no intention of eating lunch. She stepped outside into the cold foggy weather and felt someone wrapping their hands around her waist. She smiled knowing who it was as they kissed her ear. "Hey babe." He said as she turned around to face him. "Hey Nick."

Her and Nick had been going out for eight months, but had known each other for three years. He was her best friend and her boyfriend, and was amazing. "I think I failed my math test." he said as they walked to an empty table. "Bummer. Maybe you can take a makeup test. You should talk to Mr. Jones." She said sitting down. Nick sat across from her and pulled out an small brown bag that she knew was his lunch. He always brought his lunch because his mom didn't approve of the cafeteria food."You're not eating?" He asked as he pulled out the food. She shrugged her shoulders. "No, my mom made a ridiculously big breakfast this morning." She lied, her mom hated cooking, especially in the mornings. "You said that yesterday." She took a drink of water as she thought of something to say. "Yeah, my mom's being really weird and suddenly wants to start cooking more. I think it has something to do with my dad complaining about getting fast food four times a week." She had become better and better about lying. "Hmm." He said biting into his sandwich. "What are you doing after school?" He asked her. "My mom said I was suppose to come straight home and get my homework done before we hang out. She thinks you're distracting me from my schoolwork." She rolled her eyes. He laughed. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but aren't you the one who usually distracts me from my schoolwork?" She asked. "What are you talking about? I'm an innocent girl who gets talked into doing dirty, dirty things by her very horny boyfriend." She said quietly leaning forward and kissing him. He started to kiss her deeper, but she pulled away and stood up leaving him with a confused and disappointed face. "Meet me out front at thirty thirty." She told him walking away smiling at him.

At three thirty Miley made her way out front and leaned against a tree as she waited for him to show up. She got her phone out, deciding to text him. 'Waiting for you'. She wrote and hit send. A minute later her phone started buzzing. 'Got held up in class, on my way'. She put her phone away and sighed shutting her eyes and thinking about how hungry she was. She soon felt someone tapping her on the shoulder. "Have a good nap?" Nick asked smiling at her. "I had to do something while I was waiting for you." She said lacing their fingers together and they started walking.

They walked into his house and turned and into the kitchen. "Want a soda?" he asked as he got one out for himself. "No." She said lifting herself up onto the counter. "Are you hungry, or are you still full from breakfast?" She shook her head. "No." She said simply. "Miles you haven't eaten in like eight hours." he said, concern in his voice. "I don't want to eat." She said pulling him closer. "I wanna do something else." She said kissing him. A moment later she pulled away and got off the counter, leading him up the stairs. She entered his room and he pinned her against the wall and attacked her mouth. She felt him lifting her shirt and stopped him. "I thought you wanted to." He asked out of breath. "To you silly." She said reaching down and undoing his pants. She reached down and grabbed him gently stroking him a few times and smiling at his reaction.

She pulled his pants down and let them rest by his feet followed by his boxers. She took him in her hand again and started moving up and down as she kissed his mouth. She could tell he was enjoying it by the way his breath got shaky. She moved her hand faster and faster and began kissing his neck and heard him moan. "Miles, th-that's so good." He mumbled. He put his hands on either side of her, holding himself up as she slowed down, running a single finger up him and enjoying seeing him squirm. "No. Miles fa-faster. Please." He begged and she wrapped her hand around him and moved faster then before. It wasn't long before she felt him jerk around and her hand was covered in warm liquid.

He let out one final long, loud moan before dropping his head down and taking deep breaths. "How. Did you. Get. So good at that?" he asked in between breaths. She smiled and ran her clean hand through his hair. "I guess I'm a natural." She said giggling. He kissed her roughly and she could tell her wanted more. She loved him, and getting to do things like this with him, but lately she was extremely worried about being naked with him, and having him think she was fat. Luckily, she didn't have to stop him. The front door slamming did that. "Damn." Nick muttered pulling away and bending down to pull up his underwear and pants as she went into his bathroom and washed her hands. She kissed him one last time before she opened the door , but he grabbed her arm as she tried to leave. He pulled her closer and gave her a long passionate kiss, the kind of kiss that told her he really did love her.

Later that night in between talking to Nick on aim, and watching random Youtube videos, she wrote in her online diary she kept.

10:49 pm

Today was a good day. I ate an apple, and a a small salad. I just wish I could notices a difference. School was good, my biology teacher hates me, but I hate her too, so we're even. Me and Nick hung out for a while, he tried to take my shirt off again, but someone came home before he could. I know it's stupid, and that he probably won't think I'm a cow or anything, especially since he's seen be before when I ate normally, but I just can't help but worry.

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