So yeah, I just realized the title of this fic sounds a tad bit like Problems… and we know how freakin long that ended up being. I'm gonna try and make sure this one doesn't end up like that. Argh.

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"So you wanna tell why this thing of you not wanting to eat popped up?"

"I'm fine Jules—Just stressed."

Jules sighed and smiled as a waiter came back to their table to drop off their food. She watched as Sarah stared at her plate nervously.

"Eat it—." Jules growled, giggling as Sarah lifted her eyes and forced a smile, "Fine."

After the quick meal over small talk, both Jules and Sarah relaxed at the booth they were sitting at. "I wanted to show you something I found." Jules smiled, pulling out the handful of pictures the guys had stolen earlier.

"Is that you!?" Sarah asked excitedly.

"Mhmm. I think I was—Maybe 13 in those pictures? I know it was sometime right before my mom died when I was 14. Then it was all over by the time I was 15."

Sarah paused in the middle of flipping through the photos. "All—over?"

She nodded slowly, "When—when I was 16 after my mom had died all I had was my brothers and dad. They didn't want me doing gymnastics anymore because they didn't care about anything girly, if it were up to them I would have been playing paintball my whole life. Anyways, when she died I wanted to make her proud by continuing with training and such, but I turned to food for comfort and I kept gaining weight even though I knew that it really didn't matter. But then I got yelled at by the other girls saying that my weight was slowing down my vault and I was too fat for the beam which would make the team lose—so…I stopped eating. Then a few months later I fainted in the landing of a bars routine and fractured my spine. The doctors said it was all because I was too underweight, and I hadn't eaten a bite that day. Now still to this day I cant arch my back thanks to a metal rod—The weight loss wasn't worth being hungry all the time and the pain its left me with all these years.

Sarah sighed, dropping her head and looking down at her hands, "I couldn't imagine letting this affect where I am in dance—."

"And you shouldn't. You're perfect no matter what that crazy woman says—she's just trying to get you worked up. You go in there tomorrow and show her that you can be 300 pounds and dance better than her."

Both Jules and Sarah laughed as they started to collect their things, ending with a hug as they headed to Jules' car.

"I loved seeing the pictures—You were incredible." Sarah said as they got in the car.

"And all of it was wasted, but no problem—Too bad the guys found them this morning. Sam found them in my locker room and Ed caught him with them, and once something gets in Ed's hands—they're no longer mine." Jules explained. She had already told her about everyone on the team—though Greg was the only one who knew about her.

Sarah looked over, "And why was Sam in your locker room?" She giggled, raising her eyebrows jokingly.

"No reason—Enough about me, any guys in your life?"

"Changing the subject but keeping it related I see." Sarah laughed, "And no—unless you count 20 guys that flounce around in tights all day."

Jules smiled, "And—How are your grades?"

"I got an A on a dance history paper, you proud?"

"Very." She said in return, pulling up at Sarah's apartment building.

Jules had become accustomed to walking her back to her apartment at night.

"You set for the evening?" She asked, dropping her purse on Sarah's counter as Sarah sat down on a barstool at the counter.

"Yeah—Listen, Jules—I wanted to thank you for all you've done for me in the past month. I really, really appreciate having someone to talk to." Sarah smiled, standing back up and pulling her into a hug. "Anytime—After a long shift I love having someone to talk to too." Sarah giggled, "Well thanks for walking me back up. Sleep tight—Don't let Sam bite." She yelled, running as Jules caught her arm laughing. "Don't worry—He wont—He's very much on his own. You get a good night's sleep though—I've got shift from 5 am to 5 pm so anytime you can call me on my cell if you need anything or just want to be a doll and save me from a lame conversation with the guys."

Sarah nodded as Jules started heading to the door, "I will—Speak to you tomorrow."

"Okay. I will…" Jules almost had hesitations as she looked back and saw Sarah waiting nervously at the door. She knew the second she left Sarah would make sure the large dinner she ate didn't add a pound to her body. "Sarah—." Should I say something? No, then it may just put it on her mind. "G'night."

"Night Jules." She forced a smile as Jules turned down the hallway and down the stairs.

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Sarah sat on the bathroom floor, tears drawing lines down her face as she felt like she had let Jules down. She rinsed out her mouth with a sip of water and looked at her reflection in the mirror—What am I doing? If she wanted to be the best—then she had to make a sacrifice, but this time she was taking the easy way out…enjoy her favorite foods but not let them affect her body. She felt like she was just plain cheating. If she wasnt strong enough to make the full sacrifice then maybe she wasnt strong enough to do it at all.

Weird ending.

Anyways, this was just a short chappie before I went to bed.

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