A/N: Hey! I'm still working on my horrible grammar and spelling skills...

ANYWAY, thanks to mystery girl 911 and mavk4444.

Chapter 4- Hunger Pains

"And I think of that again as I've written in several of my beauty books, a lot of health comes from the proper eating habits..."

-Joan Collins

(I have two quotes this time)

"Are you eating it? Or is it eating you?"

-Larry Cohen

James sat across from his best friend, Scott at The Rosewood Diner. James kept shifting nervously in his seat and checking his phone every now and then.

"Okay, what's up with you?" Scott asked.

"Wh-what do you mean?" James replied.

"You've been acting strange lately."

"Oh, you know, too much coffee..."

Just then a young waitress walked up to them. She shot James a smile.

"Are you ready to order?" she asked, eyeing James the whole time.

James studied his menu. He had this problem. Whenever he was bored or sad or mad or just felt any emotion, he would eat. Not even a little. He would eat a lot. So then why was he so skinny and perfect? Well, it has a little something to do with Dak and James' father...

[Flashback]

"So, this is the first time your dad is seeing you since the divorce?" Dak asked.

"Yeah... Will you come with me, please? I don't want to go out for dinner with him alone," James replied.

"Sure."

Dak and James walked into the resturant and found the table which seated James' dad... and his girlfriend and muscular son.

"Dad... you didn't tell me you had a girlfriend..." James said a little uneasy. He was so uncomfortable because of his dad's girlfriend's son's weight. (James used to be a little on the chubby side...)

"Suprise!" his dad exclaimed jokingly. "This is Nancy and her son, Caleb. And this is my son, James and his friend Dak."

They exchanged small smiles before sitting down.

The night was a horror show. James' dad kept pointing out how Caleb was so fit and how James was so... not fit.

He was so uncomfortable. He felt like he gained a thousand pounds just looking at the bread set out before him.

"Um.. Dak? Would you.. come to the bathroom with me?" James whispered.

"Sure."

The walked into the bathroom and locked themselves in a stall.

"What's wrong?" Dak asked. James felt a few tears fall down his cheeks.

"I- I wanna stop eating but I... I can't! And I hate sitting there with Caleb and I... I can't diet.. Just... What do I do?" James cried.

Dak rolled his eyes and stuck his hand in his pocket, pulling out a small toothbrush. "Here's what you do."

James eyed the toothbrush with wide eyes. He grabbed it slowly and stuck it down his throat.

It felt good and bad at the same time. It felt good to have the food gone and out of him. But it just felt so uncomfortable...

James just kept doing it over and over again, tears streaming down his face. Dak patted his back and whispered, "In about a year, you'll be as good looking as Caleb."

[Flashback ends]

James kept forcing himself to do that until a month after Dak dissapeared. He even started going to the gym with Scott (who also used to be a nerd like him). Sometimes, when James would look at himself, he would smile and wish that Dak could see him now. All fit and muscular.

But this day, James was feeling a little nervous... and thought that maybe a little food will drown the feeling.

"James?" Scott asked. "You ready to order?"

"Huh? Oh... yeah.. yeah. Um.. I'll have a Ceaser Salad and... a supreme burger to go."

The waitress walked away and Scott stared at James. "A supreme burger!"

"For my mom," James lied.

Soon enough their food came (and James' burger in the styrofoam container.)

Mmm. Salad. So crunchy. So flavorless. James missed the warm, greasy, fried taste of the food he used to eat. He used his fork to play around with the distasteful lettuce before getting up.

"I think I'm gonna go Scott. Here's a twenty. Pay for me," James said, handing Scott a twenty dollar bill and taking his styrofoam container.

James ran to his car and began to drive away. Every now and then, he would glance at the white container.

"Don't eat it James," he growled to himself. He could feel the tears coming. As James stopped his car in front of a red light, he reached over a lifted up the lid of the white container. The smell of delicious salty french fries and a greasy burger wafted in the car.

"Don't eat it," he whispered with tears rolling down from his eyes. His hand reached over as he began to drive again and stole one fry.

One fry, led to another, and another. When the fries were gone, he reached for the burger which was topped with everything you could imagine. Soon enough, the container was empty. He had even licked the sides for the leftover salt and grease.

James moaned, but he wasn't even really full. He felt like someone dropped a rock in his stomach... but he could still eat more.

"Why?" he groaned to himself, tears pouring out from his eyes like waterfalls.

He pulled up in front of his house and ran into the bathroom. He grabbed his toothbrush and leaned in front of the toilet. Just as he was about to slide it up his throat, his phone made a small ding!

Oink! Oink! Looks like Jiggly James is back! :*

-D