The next morning, spencer was awakened by the smell of pancakes and bacon. He moaned, rolled to his other side and pulled the covers over his head.
Man, Morgan just doesn't get t does he? Brendon said.
He doesnt, Im never going to lose weight if he keeps shoveling food down my throat. Spencer replied.
"Spencer!" Morgan called. "Breakfast!" Spencer didn't respond. He shivered from the lack of body fat he believed he had too much of. His hands were cold, his reflexes have slowed down, his face was now that of what resembled a ghost taking over the face of Spencer. Just then, he heard his door open. "Spence, come on man, time to eat."
"I'm not hungry." Spencer replied.
"You have to be. You haven't eaten since last night." Morgan reminded him.
"Im not."
Morgan ripped the covers off of his friend. "I don't give a damn anymore, I'm getting sick of this Spencer. You are wasting away. I need my best friend back. So get up and get in the damn kitchen." Morgan shouted.
Spencer was frozen with fear. He had never seen Morgan get so mad at him. He slowly sat up and put his legs over the bed. He put his feet to the floor and stood up. His bones ached, his stomach growled and his heart was tired.
You can do this, you are strong. Food is just something to fill you up. Don't give in. Brendon hissed. You have come this far. Morgan is just jealous of the self control you have.
Spencer walked out of his room, into the hallway and into the kitchen. He sat down at the table, the table was set. Spencer watched Morgan as he brought a plate stacked with pancakes over to him. Morgan slid the spatula under one pancake and plopped it down on Spencers plate. Morgan did this two more times and Spencer grunted at him. Morgan put some pancakes on his plate and set the big plate of them on the counter. He grabbed the plate of bacon and set it down in the middle of the table. The smell lingered to Spencer's nose, his stomach growled again.
"Can I have some coffee?" Spencer asked.
"Sure," Morgan said as he grabbed a mug, filled it with coffee and set it down next to Spencer's plate.
"Thank you," Spencer mumbled as he picked up the mug. He took a sip and the coffee warmed his insides. The hot liquid hit his stomach and it warmed the rest of him. He clutched the mug in this hand, cradling it to his chest as if it were the most important thing on the planet. Morgan sat down next to Spencer and placed a bottle of syrup down next to the bacon. He began to cut his food, he then stuck his fork in it and put it in his mouth.
Spencer envied Morgan. Morgan could eat whatever he wanted and not gain an ounce. He worked out, yes, but Spencer was jealous that he could eat what he wanted and wouldn't feel guilty afterwards. Spencer took another sip of his coffee as he felt Morgan's eyes on him. "What case do we have today?" Spencer asked.
"We aren't going anywhere. Two other agents are filling in for us." Morgan replied then put another fork full of food in his mouth.
"What? Why?" Spencer asked in a panic.
Morgan glanced over at Spencer and gave him that 'are you really asking me that' look. "Because Spence, you need to take care of yourself. You need to start eating again. Or you are going to a rehab center. So, it's either, spencer the next week or so stuck with me sleeping on your couch,or spend the next few months in a rehab center. And you know they will be so much more strict than me."
"A week?!" Spencer repeated.
"Or so...give or take a few days."Spencer groaned to himself in his head. Now what am I going to do?
Don't worry, I'll be here. Everything will be okay. Brendon reassured him.
"Eat," Morgan ordered as he tore a piece of bacon apart with his hands and put a piece in his mouth.
Spencer looked down at his plate. He couldn't. He didn't know exactly how many calories were in these huge plate sized pancakes. They could be almost, if not, thousands of calories. Spencer cut up his pancakes slowly, he stabbed a small piece with his fork and slowly put the fork to his mouth. He started to chew, he picked up his coffee cup and spit the chewed up piece into his cup, but made it look like he was taking a sip of coffee. "These are good." Spencer said with a smile on his face. Spencer did his chew and spit act for the rest of the two and a half pancakes. And to not look suspicious, he spit a few bites into his napkin, just so that it didn't look like he was taking a sip after every piece. After breakfast, Morgan stood up and grabbed his plate off of the table.
"No, no, let me Morgan. You cooked, I'll clean." Spencer insisted.
"Alright, I'll go get ready, I'm going to the grocery store, do you want to tag along?" Morgan asked.
"No thanks," Spencer replied.
"Okay," Morgan said, he then exited the kitchen as Spencer stood up.
Spencer took the dirty plates off of the table, he rinsed them and then put them in the dishwasher. Spencer rinsed out the cup he used to spit his food in it. He turned on the garbage disposal and let the faucet wash it down the drain.