Friday, July 06, 2007
Matt and Annie
With a final gasp he finally let go. Matt sighed, sitting up in his bed. There was just no way that his jeans were going to button.
He slowly got up and reached for the sweat pants he'd been wearing earlier. He wasn't keen about going on his date with Annie wearing sweatpants, but there wasn't time for anything else. It was just a movie though, he could get away with wearing track pants there.
Matt drove to pick Annie up. Luckily she was already waiting for him, so he didn't have to greet her at the door. He did run around to open the door for her, he was pretty sure she didn't see his pants though. He ran back around the car and got back into the driver's seat. He wiggled around a little bit, lately the seat just didn't feel right. Even though he knew it was because of the weight he'd gained, he rationalised to himself that the seat was just getting worn out.
Annie flashed him her big beautiful smile, and ran her hand up and down his leg. Matt tried to hide a wince, the jig was up. She leaned over to kiss him on the cheek and said that he looked fantastic. Matt spent the whole drive hoping he hadn't blown it with her.
They made their way into the movie theatre, and chose their seats. Matt used to love this theatre, but recently he found that the cupholders built into the arm rests dug into his thighs during the movie. Even sitting down in them was a slow process of squeezing in. Once he was settled Annie went back out to the snack bar. She always got so much food, he couldn't understand how she kept so slender, she was always buying so much food.
Sure enough, she came back with nachos, hot dogs and a jumbo bucket of popcorn for them to share. It was all gone by the end of the movie, Matt somehow believing, as he did on every date when she bought the food, they'd shared it evenly.
Labels: annie, feeder, ffa, fiction, matt
