The Fat Program

Chapter 8

Recap:

I was standing behind him, just watching him. It was a great sight, Cameron’s muscled shoulders, rippling as he reached in his back pocket for his wallet. With his hand going down south, I also looked down and noticed his butt looked extra cute.  I smiled at how slim it was, but then I stopped almost immediately because that’s when I noticed he looked really strong, really muscular, and really, SKINNY. The only large part of him was his stomach. He had no flab under his arms like some of us, he had no chubby thighs. He was actually pretty great looking but his stomach. And that’s when it hit me.

Cameron isn’t large like me. He’s been lying to me all along.

With that statement running through my head around and around, I ran up behind Cameron as he was shutting the door. He had a huge smile on his face, and he was opening the box. As his gaze met mine he had a look of confusion. I probably looked like the devil himself because the next thing I did was reach for his top and...

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My hands were on his top, pulling up while he was closing the door. My surprise attack gave me the upper hand as he didn't know what was going on. In the next few seconds I managed to pull the top past stomach. And what was underneath made my head spin.

It was almost like a fluffy pillow, but it was hard enough and jiggly enough to be passed as a stomach. If you were standing really far back, it’d look normal, as if nothing is wrong, but from where I was standing, which was pretty close to Cameron, I saw the outline of the object that was around him.

I kept pulling up, hoping to see it all, but by the time I got to his chest he had known what I was doing. My gaze couldn’t move from whatever it was. A shocked expression was shown on my face; I couldn’t understand what was going on. I felt a strong hand grip both my hands in it, then move them away from his shirt. I couldn’t speak, I couldn’t do anything, I was just too stunned.

“It’s not what you think Janet.” I heard someone say. I’m guessing it was Cameron since he was the only one in here with me.  My gaze finally left his stomach when his shirt replaced my view of the object.

“What the hell is that?!” I yelled accusingly.

Cameron grabbed me roughly, hands holding me by the cheeks, pulling me close to him, making me look at him. "You have to understand, Janet, it was for your own good not to know. I did it for me to have a better life." He spoke slowly.

"Were you mocking me?" I wanted to scream and shout at him, but all that came out was a whisper. I couldn't bare it that someone I was starting to trust, someone i thought I could start to like and may have started to like me, was only making fun of me, trying to be like me, mocking my weight that I'm already having trouble with.

"No Janet, i would never mock you." He said, "I did this so girls would leave me alone." He paused for a minute then continued with a pained look on his face, "Sorry that came out wrong, I did it because yes, I did want girls to leave me alone, but not because I was fat or looked fat, it's because, just like you might have been, girls used me for my money. I never had a steady girlfriend because I was always used for my money and just because of my looks. I don't want to deal with gils like that anymore so I kept hidden and wore this fat suit as a sort of protection against those girls." By the time he was done explaining he was out of breath and  had a harsh look on his face. He was pleading, yet he also wanted to make a point of it.

Everything was so stupid, I couldn't wrap my head around it because it made no since, and, I was kind of getting a head ache with all these new things finding a way in my head. I closed my eyes,, trying to stop the pounding, then I took a deep breath and said," You're going to explain everything to me." It was a command, not a question. I had a stern look on my face, judging him, saying 'Defy Me And See What Happens.' 

Relief covered his features and he let me go, slouching over and smiling. Then he whispered, "Yes, I'll tell you everything, if, and only if, you agree to stay here even with whatever I tell you. Okay? DO we have a deal?"

Instead of speaking I just nodded, silently telling him I was okay with the deal.

"Thank you." He sighed in relief. Then he pulled me over to his bedroom, sitting me on his bed, and pulling up a chair for himself. And putting on a very serious expression.

He told me everything. Starting with how he left his dad's home, to how he ended up here with his charades. Through out it all, his eyes were glazed over, as if remembering the past and actually seeing it before his eyes. I even started to tear up when he talked about how his mom died and his dad went all ass-hole on him. 

His father became a dictator, making sure that everything went his way once Cameron's mom died. It was like his security that he wouldn't lose anything else he wanted to keep. It was his safe box almost.

Everything he said made since, but I still had this itch that he wasn't telling me everything. I didn't say anything about it, but it was still there, somewhere in the back of my head. I wanted so bad for him to come clean, but I didn't think he would anytime soon, so I left it at that.

For the rest of the day, Cameron and I were packing my things into his guest room. if i was going to be staying here for a while, might as well make it like home. My new room looked like my old one, only this one didn't have posters covering the walls.

This is going to be hectic, but I might as well get used to it soon. *Sigh.*

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A/N: Sorry for the late update, I wanted tog get 200 votes before I posted this chapter, but I didn't, but I still wanted to post it. It's kind of boring, but then again, I've been sick for the past few weeks. Gonna make an even better chapter next!!!!

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