Author's Note: I'm really glad people still like this story! I'm so happy and can't wait to continue it! I hope ya'll like this chapter, I just posted the other one a bit ago, and I hate cliff hangers, they make me want to punch people, so I'm just going to post this now instead of letting ya'll wait. I'll put the next chapter up in a day or two. Also I looked up the signs of anorexia in a guy, so I didn't just make this stuff up. I hope it's right. Enjoy!
"What's wrong? Stunned by sexiness?"
That stupid comment snapped Arthur back into reality, "What?"
"Hahaha! Just kidding, come on in," Alfred gestured.
Arthur came inside and sat on the couch next to Alfred. Surprisingly there wasn't some cereal bowl or empty bowl of chips on the coffee table. That made him worry even more. He wanted to say something, but he didn't know how. He thought of calling Francis. Many models (men and women) in France have an eating disorder, so he probably knows more than Arthur anyways. At the time Arthur was thinking this, Alfred was going on about something (he hadn't really been paying attention), so he interrupted him, "Uh, Alfred?"
"Huh? Yeah?"
"Could you excuse me for a moment, I have to use the Lou,"
"...that what?"
"The bathroom you git."
"Oooh! Okay,"
Arthur gets up and heads to the nearest bathroom. He takes out his phone and starts texting Francis.
Arthur: Hey
Francis: Bonjour Arthur, up for a little sexting are we? ;)
Arthur: What? No!
Francis: Oh. Then what do you want?
Arthur: I need your help. It's about Alfred.
Francis: Hahahahaha, did he gain weight from his "diet" or something?
Arthur: Not really...
Francis: Really? ...well, what then?
Arthur: It's actually quite the opposite.
Francis: Did he actually get to his goal? Good for him!
Arthur: No, it's...
Francis:? Spit it out already!
Arthur: Well, yes, he did reach his weight goal, but he went past it. Way past it.
Francis: What do you mean 'way past it'?
Arthur: Here, you should see for yourself. Let me take a picture of him and send it to you.
Francis: Okay. Should I send one back? ;)
Arthur: No Frog, just no.
Francis: :( Fine
Arthur pretended to flush the toilet and wash his hands and walked out of the bathroom into the living room where Alfred was sitting on the couch.
"Took you long enough," Alfred said, "So what do you want to do?"
"Actually Alfred, Francis was wondering if I could take a picture of you to send to him to show how much weight you lost,"
"Really? Sure! He knows my clothes will be on right?"
"Yes, he knows, I told him,"
"Sweet! Okay, let me get into a pose-"
"Just stand normally moron,"
"Ugh, fine," Alfred stood up strait as Arthur took the picture and sent it to Francis. When Arthur got a reply back, he asked Alfred to tell how he's been for the past couple months. He went on about his economy and Obama being a lot stricter than Bush, making him actually work and all, and while this was going on Arthur was texting Francis about Alfred.
Francis: Mon dieu...what happened?
Arthur: I know. I'm really worried, what if he's anorexic or bulimic?
Francis: from the looks of it, he probably is.
Arthur: Oh shit.
"Iggy, are you actually listening?"
"Huh? Yes yes, I'm listening,"
"Okay, just making sure. So anyways Arizona's passed this bill awhile ago- you know the one about the immigrants- and most of the other states say he's racist-"
Francis: These are some signs of someone-especially a male:
compulsive exersize
starvation
constantly weighing oneself
over use of diet pills
hair thinning or loss
exhausted easily
becoming annoyed or angered if mentioning about their eating habits
Also check if he cut his fingernails. He could be making himself throw up and cut them so no one knows.
Arthur: How do you know so much about this stuff?
Francis: Arthur, I'm France. There are many models here that have these kinds of disorders, so I kind of have to know them.
Arthur: Didn't have to be so sarcastic about it.
Francis: I'm just saying, common sense (which is something you usually have).
Arthur: :(
"Hey! You're not listening to me! Who are you texting anyways?"
"Huh! Oh, I just was just texting France,
"What did he say about the picture?"
"Oh uh..."
"...he insulted me didn't he?" Alfred said with a total 180 of emotion to sound depressed.
"What? No! We just got off track in a conversation, let me ask him,"
Francis: Hahahahaha!
Arthur: I've got to go, bye.
Francis: Okay, bye. And good luck.
"Weeeeeeeeeeeeelllll?"
"He said you look great Alfred," Arthur lied.
"YEAH! Wait, he didn't say anything perverted right?"
"Heh, surprisingly, no,"
"Hey, do you want to play video games? I got this really cool one a couple days ago for us to play,"
"Sure,"