Hey guys!

Thanks for all the reviews for the last chapter.

This story was actually going to be a two shot, but after messing around the ideas in my head, it turned into more than two chapters. So you're all pretty luck for that :)

Let us continue!

Ryder took Marley out of the store and down a few stores or so, until they ended up at The Cinnamon Bun, better known as Cinnabon. One of Ryder's favorite restaurants in Lima.

"I love cinnamon buns"

"Um... no, but I-" Before Marley could finish, she was dragged inside of The Cinnamon Bun.

Since nobody suspected Marley to be bulimic again, Ryder believed that she was eating again. And because Marley was wearing layers of warmth, nobody could notice her thin bones.

He got the two of them in line, about a ten minute line was ahead of them. Ryder, you could tell, was very excited for his favorite treats. Marley, on the other hand, acted as if she were crazy but on the inside was worrying.

"Ryder..um..you don't have to do this." Marley said. "I don't have enough money to get cinnamon buns." She lied.

"I owe you a date." Ryder commented. "I had to see the doctor for my dyslexia, so this can be our little date. Unless you want to go to a restaurant?"

"No!" Marley shouted, rapidly in response. Ryder looked a bit confused. "I mean, doesn't this place have the really, really really bad sticky cinnamon buns?"

"No," Ryder laughed. "That's another one. This one is the best of all of the ones in Lima together."

The duet of them waited in the line. Speaking at first, about the dance, but after a few moments Marley got quiet. As they moved forward in the line her anxiety, mentally, began to go insane as she watched everyone around her eating their sticky treats. Every one of those calories entering their bodies made her vomit in her mind, her hands becoming sweaty on the inside and her jaw clenching tightly.

"Marley?"

Marley looked up, now realizing that Ryder and the women at the front were waiting for her answer.

"Order anything, I've got this."

"Um, I'll just take Minibon." She cheekily answered.

"So that's one minibon, two large bons and two medium Creamy Chillattas," The women repeated the order. Before Marley could decline the last one, Ryder had already paid what the price was.

The two of them received their order a few moments later. As they sat down outside near the fountain eating their foods, Ryder was talking about his cousin Johnny whilst Marley sat in silence, barley touching her food.

"You're not hungry?" Ryder asked, a bit confused.

"No I am, I was just letting it cool off first. It was really too hot to eat." Marley commented, taking a bite out of her cinnamon bun. Ew, please, no! I don't want to eat this anymore. Ugh, so gross. I don't like this! No! No, calories are entering me! No, I don't like this at all. "It's been a while since I've had one, so the taste is a bit off."

"You're telling me." Ryder laughed. "First the Sugar Shack, next Sugar said that if everyone is free in the summer she'll take us to Disney."

"Which one?"

"If it's Sugar, possibly Disney in Paris!" Ryder laughed again.

"I love Disney." Marley giggled. "I remember once my Aunt Elizabeth, I called her Aunt Lizzie, took me and my cousin Matilda and her friend, Angela, to Florida once." Marley began to memorize the trip. "It was awesome. I loved almost all the rides I could go onto and the food was amazing. There was this one machine, it was almost like a fried dough machine, but it made fried Oreo's instead."

"Fried Oreo's?"

"Yes, it was really cool. Matilda, Angela and I mashed all the cookies together in this huge bowl Angela bought earlier and we just ate with our bare hands. We did it again the next day, but this time we brought frosting..." Marley was gazing down at her hands, remembering how yummy the treats were. But suddenly she started to think about all the calories in the fired cookies plus the frosting. "The frosting was good on the first few, but after the fifth cookie it was gross."

"Like cake with rich frosting. I tell them to buy poor frosting next time." Ryder stated.

"What Aunt Lizzie kept telling us was that we either ate before we went on the water rides, or we eat two hours after the rides. She didn't want us getting sick, but Matilda and I managed to sneak food when Aunt Lizzie wasn't looking. I also remember, now that I think about it, I forgot to pack enough bathing suites for the entire two week trip. So eventually Aunt Lizzie had to buy more for me. I remember the one I brought though."

Marley took another, disgusting and revolting bite into her food. "

It was a one piece, but looked like a two piece. My Mom made it herself. It was halter tank top styled on the top, cerulean blue with black straps that crossed in the back. The front had these little black stars. The bottom part was black shorts with a sunflower on the left hip." Marley thought for a second, pulled out her I-Phone, and began flipping back on her pictures. She found the picture of her, when was she six, in the bathing suite. She stood in the middle of her cousin and her cousin's friend. "I found the actual photo a few months ago, so I took it again on this."

Ryder took the phone from her and gazed closer at the photo. "You were really cute."

Marley took the phone back and began to look back at the photo. Look how skinny and thin you were, Marley. You were beautiful, thin and wonderful. Even Ryder said so with "You were really cute." The keyword: Were. The past tense of now, present. I'm not as beautiful as I am with all this, fat on me. Gosh, this food is disgusting...how am I suppose to eat all of this plus that drink of calories?

Marley was so into the photo that she didn't notice that Ryder was watching her. Unsure of what was in her mind, he gently touched her shoulder and moved closer to her face. "Marley, Marley are you okay?"

Marley was on the verge of breaking down. She didn't want to do it in front of Ryder, or Lima Mall public. Marley got up and ran towards the bathrooms at the other end of the mall. Ryder was calling out for her.

"Marley! Marley!"

Marley ran into the women's bathroom, tears had already fallen out of her eyes and rolled down her cheek. Marley sensed she was the only one in there, so she felt safe. She threw herself over the toilet and placed two fingers inside of her mouth, pushing them down to the back of her throat.

She puked. She puked the bun, the candy she was given by Blaine earlier and of course the cafeteria food. She felt the fire deeply burning her throat, the acid burning her throat. She gagged for oxygen as she stuck them down for a second time. A third, a forth, a fifth. A sixth and final time when she knew she got everything out of her system and she needed air to breathe.

She sat back flushing the toilet and trying to concentrate on realty. She took a few deep breaths before getting up, sipping a chunk of her water from her water bottle, and leaving the bathroom. She washed her hands, took the last half of her breath mints as well as three laxative pills and began to leave for the bathroom.

When Marley left the bathroom she faced up and found Ryder.