Caring About You

"Spence, you need to relax," I say walking over with a bowl full of our favourite pasta dish from the Apple Rose Grill; which we had decided to order and share.

"I can't Em, finales are two weeks away and they will make or break me," Spencer said while reading over her history notes again for the hundredth time tonight.

"I understand Spence; I do believe me I do. I am just worried that you'll get sick or injury yourself from all the stress you are putting on yourself to pass these finales."

"And it's sweet of you to worry Em but I've got everything under control," as Spencer finishes speaking we both hear her stomach grumble.

I asked "When was the last time you ate?"

Spencer replied simply with "I had a granola bar when I got home."

"And before that?" I asked extremely concerned.

"I had a salad at lunch time, I ate all of it. My stomach is just growling because of the pasta, it likes the smell of pasta."

"Then why don't I believe you Spencer? Look me in the eye and tell me you ate lunch."

Spencer places her notes down to turn to look at me and she said "I ate. Dammit Emily don't know me so well."

"It's my job as your girlfriend to know you Spencer, it's my job to know when you are lying and when you give we a Hastings answer."

"I don't have time to eat, I need to study and pass these finales."

"Who are you passing these finales for Spencer? Your Dad, your Mum or Melissa because you sure aren't doing it for me or for yourself."

"When finales are over I'll eat as much as you want me to, I just need to get all this information into my head."

"Do you remember the last time you said those words to me? You ended up fainting at school right in front of me, we were having a normal conversation and then you just fainted. If I hadn't reacted as quickly as I did, your head would've smashed into the ground so hard that you would've needed brain surgery. Or how about the time before that when I found lying unconscious on your bed, I thought you were dead and I couldn't even feel your possible. Were they fun for you? Was that all studying worth it then? Because it certainly wasn't fun for me, I didn't have a good time having to give CPR to my best friend twice and no studying is worth losing your life. What if when you are driving to school after late nights of studying with no sleep and no food, what if you faint while driving and seriously hurt yourself and somebody else? What you do Spencer could easily be called self-harm because you are causing harm to yourself and not to mention everyone around you."

"I'm sorry Em," Spencer said while placing a hand on my shoulder.

"I just care too much about you to let those little things go and pretend they don't matter."

"They do matter Emily, I'm so sorry for putting you in those precisions."

"I can't see you unconscious again Spence, I have barely gotten it out of my mind."

"Okay," Spencer said while turning to sit cross-legged sideways to me and she instructed for me to do the same.

I asked confused "What are we doing?"

"We are going to sit here and eat this pasta bowl together, you're going to feed me and then once it's all gone we'll head upstairs to bed." I nod my head slowly before picking up the fork with pasta and offering it up to Spencer. Spencer stuck to her word we both ate the pasta together with me feeding her, I actually watched her chew and swallow; for some reason I was enchanted by it.

I know it sounds weird being enchanted by someone eating food but it was Spencer and for a while she used to not eat meals, she'd skip them not thinking anyone notice; expect I did. I was the one always standing next to her getting her to eat food, almost having to force it down her throat one time. Seeing Spencer eat for me is like going to see an orchestra play, it's absolutely beautiful. As I held out the last fork full of pasta to Spencer she leant forward to capture the food in her mouth and she began to eat the food.

"I'm sorry Emily," Spencer said after swallowing.
I asked confused "What for?"

"For making you have to do that, it's not like the last times where I don't want to eat. I do want to eat but I also want to pass my finales, but I now know I can do both with you by my side."

"What are girlfriends for, right?" Leaning in towards Spencer, who meet me halfway and joined me for a kiss. This one was sweet and gently but soon it turned into Spencer pulling me by my shirt to lay down on top of her, for us to have a full blown make-out session.

Spencer asked me while I was peppering her neck with kisses "Do you want to continue this upstairs?" Not bothering to answer Spencer, I just stand up from her and the couch. Holding a hand out for Spencer to take and when she does I start dragging her over to the stairs, to go up into her room where we can have a little more fun.

The End.