Not Caring for Bagels
Disclaimer: Don't own the OC
She never cared for bagels. Something about them was just off. Bagels are bread that are
oddly shaped and have holes in them. They make her sick. All food does. But bagels, they're
special. They're the one food she doesn't force herself to hate. She doesn't need to make herself
throw up with bagels. Oh no, they're in a league all their own. She sighs, as she looks at her
reflection in the mirror. She sees a fat girl looking back at her with sunken eyes. Again she forces
herself to retch and eventually throw up.
Who would care for those damn bagels? Her vision suddenly swims. He does, did.
Whatever it was now. He always liked them. With a coffee. Unlike her. Smile, she commands
herself. Be ready to be Newport's little princess. Always beautiful, poised and ready to face the
world. A knocking interrupts her. She quickly flushes the toilet, cleans up her face and rinses for
mouth. Another smile plastered. Ready? Let's go. Kaitlin's at the door. "What's up?" she
questions. Her sister looks at her skeptically. You already know about this issue, Kaitlin. God.
Leave me the fuck alone. "Oh, well." Kaitlin begins, "Ryan's at the door." She flinches. "One
second." Kaitlin nods and minute later she walks out, facing her lost love. "Hi." Ryan greets. "I
was wondering, maybe some breakfast?" She agrees. "Awesome, Sandy just brought back fresh
bagels." Joy. Bagels. Something to make her sick, just like this forced meeting. Well, whatever.
Bagel are the essence of Ryan. Might as well deal with it. Another breakup. Oh, wait. Another
bagel please.