Greaser

The radio was blasting, the TV was on high, and the washing machine was going.

“Darry?” You call as you walk into the front door of his house. “What’s going on!” You yell as you see him in the kitchen, making eggs.

“What?” He yells.

You go turn the radio off. “What’s going on?”

“It’s too quiet.” He mumbles.

“Well, you had the radio on full blast and the TV going.” You say.

“Because it’s too quiet.”

You smile up at your boyfriend. “You miss them, don’t you?”

“No…” Darry says.

“Yes you do.” You smile.

“Just a little.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I...

“You aren’t eating.” Johnny says as you stare down at your plate.

“Not hungry.” You mutter, staring at the comida in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what you said at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” You shrug.

“But I made your favorito espaguete sauce. You always like that.”

“I’m just not hungry.” You sigh, picking up your fork and push around the spaghetti.

“Playing with your comida isn’t going to make it go away.” He says quietly.

“And eating isn’t going to make my ugly fat go away.” You suddenly snap.

The look on his face kills you. You can see the disappointment...