Greaser

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

“Darry?” آپ call as آپ walk into the front door of his house. “What’s going on!” آپ yell as آپ 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, آپ had the radio on full blast and the TV going.” آپ say.

“Because it’s too quiet.”

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

“No…” Darry says.

“Yes آپ do.” آپ smile.

“Just a little.”

“I don’t believe you.”

“I...

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

“Not hungry.” آپ mutter, staring at the food in front of you.

He puts down his fork. “That’s what آپ کہا at lunch.”

“I’m not hungry.” آپ shrug.

“But I made your پسندیدہ سپتیٹی, اسپگیٹی sauce. آپ always like that.”

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

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

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

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