After Frank and I get out of the shower and get dressed, I start to feel a little hungry so I head up to the kitchen and Frank follows.

"Ok, so when Mikey was bulimic we started by making him eat little by little." I sigh as Franks sits down at the kitchen table. I start looking around for things that Frank could eat and I remember that Mikey started out by eating toast and just attempting to keep that down.

i make myself a sandwich and Frank watches me as I make him a piece of toast, not putting butter or anything on it. I talk the two plates in my hand and sit down next to Frank, placing the toast in front of him.

He looks up at me, his eyes wide and scared. "Just take tiny bites, okay? As tiny as you can, and take your time." I tell him softly and reach for his hand that is dangling under the table, interlocking our fingers.

I take a bite of my sandwich and watch ad Frank takes a tiny bite of his toast, his hands shaking a little. Pretty soon, I finish my sandwich and Frank is about halfway down with his toast. I smile sympathetically and drop his hand, wrapping my arm around him and kissing his forehead quickly.

"Do you feel okay?" I ask and look down at him. He nods and let's his head fall on my shoulder, letting out a sigh. "Am I fat?" He asks quietly as he plays around with my hand.

I'm shocked by the question and my eyes widen, "Fat? Are you kidding me?" I say a little louder then I need to, "Frank, you're skinny, too skinny. It's actually scary and it worries the shit out of me."

He doesn't say anything and just sighs again. "Why do you think you're fat?" I ask, "I mean, when I met you, you were a perfect weight. You're stomach was flat, you're thighs were perfect, you were just perfect all together."

"I was 124 pounds then." He whispers, "I know that that's probably a good weight for someone my height or whatever, but I just hated weighing over 100."

"Frankie, honey, I'm probably around 140 pounds. And I mean, my stomach is still flat."

"But that's the thing, some people can weigh a lot and look skinny. But I look fat." Frank almost cries.

"You're not fat and you never will be, I promise you that. You look skinnier than Mikey and that's not good." I tell him. Mikey himself is too skinny, and for Frank to look skinnier than him isn't a good thing. I kiss Franks lips before getting up and taking the plates and putting them in the dishwasher.

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Frank and I end up in bed just cuddling each other for the rest of the day, talking about random things and making each other blush. "What do you think you're gonna do after school....even though I guess you dropped out?" I ask and Frank pauses for a minute, "I'm in band actually. But I don't think we'll ever be famous."

"Just keep trying...I bet you guys are amazing." I say and peck his lips. He smiles and bites his lip gently, "What about you?"

I let out a breathe and think for a minute, "I don't know really, maybe a comic book artist or a photographer. I don't know."

"That's cool, that would probably be s fun job." Frank smiles.

"To be honest, I just wanna live in a huge fucking mansion and have 3 kids and a cat." I laugh and Frank giggles. "Kids are cool I guess, I'd want to have them one day." Frank blushes and looks into my eyes with a smile.

"Stop being so fucking adorable." I scold playfully and jump on him gently, planting sloppy kisses everywhere until he's giggling for me to stop. I stop and cross my arms, climbing off him and making a pouty face, "You don't like my kisses?"

"Oh cmon," Frank laughs, "I love your kisses and you know that."

"Good" I smile and kiss him softly. Our kiss is soon interrupted by my phone buzzing annoyingly, I kiss Frank quickly one more time before rolling over and grabbing my phone and seeing that someone is calling, the words 'Blocked Number' flashing on the screen.

Notes

k that was boring