A/N: Hey guys, if you read the story before, I would recommend that you read these two introducing chapters again as I changed quite some things. The plot ended up being darker and more dramatic than the original mood that was in the first two chapters so I rewrote them. AS FOR MY ABSENCE: I lost one of my parents this year. Things have been tough but they're looking up thanks to the people supporting us. Anyway, I hope you guys still enjoy this despite the changes and long wait. (thanks for all them favorites and reviews too) Love you, Sashiimi.
Fast Food Love Chapter One
He didn't love food. He adored it. Every bite he took filled his gut and mind with comfort. It numbed the pains he had gone through in the past years, even if just for a few moments. When these came back he would just open another bag of potato chips, and everything would be better already. Food had been his only faithful companion in quite some time, and to be honest, he didn't mind it. Food was simple. Food didn't criticise him.
Of course, he only ate what he considered real food: chips, French fries, burgers, tacos, burritos, candy bars - you name it. As long as it was not rabbit food, such as lettuce and fruits, his stomach would take anything. He could die for fat- and sugar saturated foods, and he probably would, according to his older sister.
The latter and he had a notoriously bad relationship. The girl took every opportunity to humiliate him or show him her hate and disgust for his steady weight gain and generally bad life style. It wasn't like she couldn't afford to, as she was, after all, a fricking bombshell. Even her brother had to acknowledge it. She was tall, had curves in all the right places, and exotic traits that could make men and women cry in desire and envy. However, she had a rotten personality, in his opinion. It was such a shame, she had always been a sweetheart. Until five years ago.
The college student felt a familiar sting in his chest, and automatically reached for the brown paper bag that contained his usual lunch: a double cheeseburger, fries, and a large soda, purchased at the campus fast food restaurant. He wasn't one of those people who'd buy a large menu but "with a diet coke please, 'cuz they had to be careful." The chubby man grabbed a handful of salty fried and pushed them in his mouth all at once. His teeth then harshly bit in the burger. Soon, the silence that had reigned in the small, hidden and sunlit garden behind the physics building was interrupted by his noisy, open-mouthed munching.
This was one of the perks of having no friends to hang out with in college, or even in the state. He could eat like a pig - he thought it made the food taste even better that way- and nobody could scold him, or tell him that he was a disgusting boar.
After a few minutes, he had consumed his lunch and contemplated skipping his Chemistry lecture. It wasn't like it was a particularly difficult subject for him either way, so he guesses he might as well enjoy a quick nap in the sun. It was one of the rare things he liked besides food, since, in his sleep, he could be the fit, outgoing, and popular guy he used to be. He loathed the obese, asocial jerk he had become, and longed to be in shape again. And not in a round shape, thank you very much. He was tired of the effort it took him to walk up and down the stairs, of the lack of nice clothing in his size, and of the disgusted and mocking looks he got pretty much everywhere he went. (Not that he would ever admit that he cared about other people's opinion of him.) He always told himself that he'd get his shit together again, but in the end, it was so much easier just to imagine it. Besides, it wasn't like he had anyone he'd want to change for, in the end.
He shook his head, let out a small sigh and closed his eyes, as he lay down on the lush green grass. His hands were folded on his fat stomach. A small hope that the heat of the sun would make some of his fat melt away blossomed in his chest, like it always. Sleep pulled at his mind, forcing him to stop thinking about the past, and inviting him into a warm and comfortable darkness. It slowly lapped over him like waves, and he could feel himself slip.
This nice sensation was however interrupted by the sudden shadow that hovered over his big figure.
His eyes cracked open, glaring at the uninvited asshole that'd interrupted his nap. It was highly unusual for anyone to talk to him, so he was somewhat curious as if why that dude stood there.
"'the fuck do ya want?", he aggressively asked the intruder.
The latter surprised him with a grin, and simply answered:
"I want you to join our kickboxing club."
…
Had there been some shrooms in his burger or did he just really hear that?
A/N: My writing is rusty, sorry.
Any comments are welcome!
