A/N: I am SOOOOOO sorry this took so long, my computer had to go to the shop and other family things, so please forgive me? And on another note, Jackle's thoughts will be in Italics, and her replys her her thoughs will be in Bold Italics, k?Anyways, I hope you enjoy:
Jackle sat in the dimmly lit Starbucks, listening to Kaitlyn talk about her matches. The
two-toned diva said something about a tag team, but Jackle wasn't paying attention. She was
more conserned with stirring her latte, taking her mind off of drinking it. Her stomach
growled, Oh my god, you can survive three days without getting fatter, can't you? I mean, Jesus, ryanything right! If I could I wou-"
"Sam? Saaaam? Are you there?" Jackle popped out of her thoughts, to be faced with a very concerned Kaitlyn staring at her. All Sam could do was nod, and look down at her feet. Kaitlynn was so pretty. Much prettier, and skinnier, don't forget skinnier, than she would ever be. Kaitlyn had that pretty long hair, she had shaggy black hair. Kaitlyn wore tight jeans and sexy tops, she wore baggy jeans and old t-shirts. Kaitlyn..Kaitlyn had- was everything Jackle, or Sam, would never have or be.
"I'm fine, I just have a headache..." Oh, and so now were lying to our best friend? How deep will this little rabbit hole go? Shutup, she can't know. She just...CAN'T. Jackle looked up to stare around the coffee shop while she battled with herself. Nothing much, just the usual counter with the under paid teen, and the ordinary amount of uptight idiots. She looked back over to her friend, who looked at her with a sad smile.
"I know Sheamus just broke up with you, and it has to hurt. I know how you loved him." Aww, isn't that nice. She thinks she cares about you. But she doesn't know you, she doesn't care about you. Only I care about you. Sam closed her eyes. She felt a little dizzy, after not eating for about two and a half days. Kaitlyn's words started to fade, and echo slightly. Everything was a blur, even if it was all black. "-and I-...Sam? Are you sure you're allright?", her eyes snapped open, and she let out a big breath"
"Yeah. I'm just a little..tired..", she lied, just like the little voice told her. Another skeptical look," You know, you didn't eat breakfast, or anything for dinner last night," Kaitlyn rose from the table, but kept looking at her friend," You should really eat something. I'm going to get us something, okay?" Jackle hid the utter terror that filled her with the mention of food. She just nodded, and kept playing with her thumbs.
Ten minutes later. Jackle was in a Starbucks bathroom, leaning over a dirty toilet, getting rid of the Pumpkin Spice Latte and Cherry Cheesecake that was contaminating her stomach. The tattood woman had her fingers lodged in her throat, heaving, ready for round two, when suddenly the door creaked open. She stayed on her knees, her face over the toilet, before finally building up the courage to look up at who ever walked in. She saw Kaitlyn's horryfied face, with teary eyes. One word rang out from the trembling lips," Sammy...?"