MsCezanne's Odyssey

Matt was sitting on the couch, working his way through a bucket of fried chicken and a box of fries and gravy. It had been a few days since Annie had stormed out of his apartment, and he still wasn't sure what happened exactly.

He still loved her, he knew that's what formed the ache deep down inside him. He wasn't very nice to her, and he wasn't sure why. He was just so used to having time to himself. He was so ashamed to let her see how fat he was now. And he was shocked to see that she'd gained so much weight herself.

He really wasn't prepared to see her fat.

With a few days of eating through the problem, Matt was getting up the courage to call her back and apologise and figure out if he'd blown it for good or not. Having decided he needed to call her, he began trying to decide what to say. Did he want more time? Was he okay with her weight? Would he lose weight? What did she want from him? What did he want from her? Where did all the chicken go?

Matt laughed, he supposed that whatever family this meal was for didn't have someone like him in it. He tore into the pack of brownies and tried to get his thoughts back on track.

The phone rang.

Matt's mouth was stuffed with brownies, he was desperately trying to chew as he reached for the phone, which rang again and again. He finally answered 'Hewwo?', the sweet chocolate treat still coated his mouth and he reached for his drink.

'Matt? Oh, are you eating? Is it a bad time, I can call back?' it was Annie, Matt's heart was racing.

'Oh, um, no,' he'd finally cleared his mouth out to talk. 'No, not eating, just, uh a snack. I'm done.'

'No, I'll call back, you keep eating.'

'No, no, now's good, I can talk,' he wanted nothing more than another family meal, but he just couldn't let Annie know that.

'I just wanted to apologise. I shouldn't have surprised you like that.'

'Look, you don't need to apologise, I was rude to you, I was awful. I didn't mean it, I just, I didn't know what I meant. I was happy to see you. I missed you, a lot.'

'Okay, look, we'll just talk, okay? I think there are some things we need to tell each other. I'll stay here, you stay there, and we'll do this over the phone, okay?'

Even though it's exactly what Matt wanted, he wasn't okay with it. He wanted to avoid this, he just wanted to eat. Why was life so complicated? What did she want? How long would this take? 'Okay'.

'Me first,' Annie injected into the silence. 'First of all, I should tell you, I've gained some weight.'

Matt chuckled, 'Yeah, I may have noticed.'

'Yes,' Annie's tone darkened for a moment, 'Three months ago, when you said I was too thin to date you, it really hurt, it really struck home. Part of me figured that if you were fat, I needed to be fat. It was so easy to just lose myself in my food, I was eating more and more. It felt so good to just let go, to enjoy it.'

'Look, Annie, I don't have to be fat. I mean, you don't have to be fat. I can lose weight for you. I really can. I mean I know I've gained a lot of weight, but if I need to lose it to keep you,' the words were pouring out, Matt knew he meant them, but at the same time, wasn't sure he really could. He LIKED being fat, and wasn't sure he could lose weight for Annie, no matter how much she loved him.

'Matt!' she interrupted, 'Matt, Matt, Matt! I should have told you. I should have been honest with you. Matt... ' she paused, the words just not coming. 'Matt, I like your fat. I really like your fat. Matt, I made you fat!'

'What do you mean you 'made me fat'?'

'Well,' she paused again, 'you weren't exactly skinny when we met. But I saw something in you. You were cute, and I knew you'd gain weight with just a nudge.'

'No, you didn't make me fat, I made me fat. I ate like a pig, I never joined the gym, I...'

Annie interrupted again, 'You ever notice I always brought too much food? I always ordered too much when we went out? You always had an extra dessert, never quite seemed to get to the gym if you told me you were, and I even made sure you had clothes that were big enough! I was so scared you'd find out I was fattening you up. I wanted you to know, but I knew you wouldn't like it. I mean who wants their girlfriend to fatten them up!?'

A long pause.

'Wow,' Matt said, barely a whisper, 'you did make me fat. Why?'

Another pause.

'You didn't want to be fat, I think you look good fat, I wanted you, and I wanted you fat. It was the only way I could do it.'

'Well, now I'm fat, are you happy?' Anger was creeping back into Matt's voice.

'No, I'm not happy. I want you to be my fat BOYFRIEND, not some fat guy on the other end of the phone.'

'So... you still want to see me?'

'YES!' she shouted into the phone. 'Yes! You silly boy, yes, yes yes! I want to see more of you! I want to see you all the time, I want to see you getting fatter and fatter!'

'So I didn't blow it?' relief flooded over Matt's anger.

'No!'

'And... you're okay with me being fat?'

'Okay?!' she enthused, 'I wouldn't have it any other way.'

'I was so worried that I was getting fat and that you'd hate my and... you really want me fat?'

'Yes! Fat! F-A-T! Fat Matt!'

'Okay, then Annie, can I ask you something?'

'Anything, anything.'

'I'm STARVING, can we wrap this up so I can have some ice cream?'

Labels: annie, ffa, fiction, matt, weight gain