This choice: So, Alice still skipped dinner... • Go Back...Chapter #7Trial by Fire and Ice-Cream by: Trampltrum   *Grrrrr*
Alice blushed deep crimson as her stomach’s growls interrupted her getting to know her roommate; thankfully Cerys was as pleasant as ever about it.
“Haha! Hungry? Didn’t you get to eat in the hall?” Cerys asked, Alice simply shook her head in response. “Hmmm, knowing some of the girls here there is probably nothing but scraps left now…how about we order in? We can have whatever you like, my little treat!”
Alice smiled and thought for a moment, back home her mom home-cooked everything and would never approve of her having “cheap” takeout…but her mom wasn’t here, and this older girl was offering, it would be rude to turn her down. After thinking for a bit Alice answered, “Um, what about pizza and ice-cream?”
Cerys made a sound like she was sucking air through her teeth; “Hmm, I am on a bit of a diet right now…but one meal shouldn’t throw me off; what the heck pizza and ice-cream it is!” Alice felt bad for a moment potentially messing up this girl’s diet, but when she tried to protest Cerys was hearing none of it. “Uh uh uh!” She teased, placing her phone to her ear, “My treat remember…hi I would to order two small(?) pizzas…one pepperoni and hold on…what toppings do you want Alice? Are you a mushroom kinda gal or you one of those weirdos who puts pineapple on pizza?...Haha me neither…ok can I get that pepperoni order doubled please…and what have you got for ice-cream flavors around here?”
Once the call had been made it was simply a matter of waiting for the food to arrive. While they waited Alice and Cerys talked to each other, learning about the other’s lives and family.
“So this is the bunch of weirdos I live with…” Cerys joked as she took a framed family picture and placed it onto Alice’s lap. The blonde picked it up gently and took a look; one the picture was four figures, three women and one man, all standing in front of a rather small but modest house. The man looked a bit older than Cerys, but not by much, and had a few piercings and quite a stocky figure despite his height. He looked far too young to be the goth-girl’s dad so this must have been a brother.
On the other side of the picture was unmistakably Cerys, looking a little younger than she did right now and with shorter hair. This picture must have been taken a little while before Cerys enrolled into Buttercombe for her freshmen year. Her roommate was dressed not to differently from how she was now; a corset and a medium-length frilly dress with spidery arm-warmers.
Next to Cerys was a shorter and younger girl with brown hair (They all had brown hair…except Cerys, guess black wasn’t her natural color); she was quite jovial and quite round. She seemed like the polar opposite of Cerys; who was slim, frumpy, and dressed for style; meanwhile her sibling was fat, happy as a lark and dressed for comfort, her pants in fact had slipped down enough to expose a sliver of chubby belly.
Behind all of them was an extremely large woman (who Alice assumed was Cerys’ mom), dressed in a gigantic dress and chuckling riotously. By comparison Cerys’ little sister may have been quite fat, fatter than anyone Alice had ever known personally outside of her own sister, but Cerys’ mom took the cake! She easily dwarfed everyone in shot and looked like she was overwhelming them!
Looking across all these figures, it was easy for Alice to see why Cerys had mentioned being on a diet, she was the only slim one in the photo; fate might have plans for her otherwise.
“So you got any siblings?” Cerys asked, brushing her pink bang out of her eyes.
“Oh! Just a sister, she is a senior here.” Alice explained.
This brought a smile to the goth’s face. “Oh cool, what’s her name? I might know her!” Before Alice could answer though, there was a knock at the door. “Hold that thought! Dana’s earlier than I thought…” Cerys quickly stated before hopping off Alice’s bed and running for the door. The blonde could hear feint pleasantries being exchanged and then the shutting of the door and her roommate calling her name.
“Pizza’s heeeere!” Cerys teased in a sing-song voice, balancing a box in each hand before laying them both out on the coffee-table.
Settling down on the couch, Alice flipped open one of the pizza box lids; THIS was a small? The dish in front of the blonde’s eyes looked big enough to feed a whole family with! How on earth was she going to eat all that?
Cerys was the first to pick up a slice from her dish; “Ouch! Hot hot hot!” She cried out, lolling her tongue out of her mouth to try and cool it off. “Dam thing must be straight out of the oven…gonna give it a minute; anyway who was your sister here?”
“Her name is Mel, she’s blonde like me and kinda umm…well…” Alice was not sure how to describe her sister without sounding a little rude, so she mimed with her hands, creating a huge pretend sphere of a belly.
“She’s pregnant?” Cerys incorrectly guessed.
“No she’s…she’s…kinda…um…bubbly.”
“Alice, if she’s fat you can say fat.” The goth chuckled, “I have no problem with the f-word here…I also have no problem with the word fat either.” She joked with a wink.
The smaller blonde girl laughed again, this girl was funny!
"Anyway, I think I have seen her around, she's not in my year and doesn't run around in my kind of social circles, but if you want me to let her know you are settling in well I will pass on the message." This goth was certainly not as dark and gloomy as she seemed, she was a true friend through and through.
Leaning forward Cerys then turned back to the boxes, rubbing her hands together in glee; “Anyway, let’s give that pizza another try…”
***
“*Ooof* God I didn’t know I could eat that much…” Cerys groaned, clutching her stuffed stomach as it protruded from her slim form. Alice merely groaned in response, this had been more food than she had ever eaten in her lifetime. Their bellies were packed with pepperoni, dough, tomato and topped off with only a fraction of the ice-cream that had been delivered, the rest was to be added to the fridge for later; no way either girl was going to touch any more now.
“Well…*urp*…guess it was a good thing you missed the feast…or else you might have popped!” Cerys joked weakly.
Alice chuckled a little, then winced as her stomach reacted with painful spasms. “Thank you, it was you who were so nice and ordered this for me.” She thanked with a smile.
“Hey don’t sweat it…just don’t miss any more meals, we order take-out this big and rich to often and we both will end up fat.”   indicates the next chapter needs to be written. |
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