Snippet #2396415

"And you are just a little bit perfect Elisa."

If only he knew how far from perfect she really was, he'd want absolutely nothing to do with her. Nothing in her life was flawless and she doubted anything in her life would ever be flawless. Except for Beck. He was the closest to heaven that she'd ever be, just like the Goo Goo Dolls' song said. The hug, the closeness of their bodies, made her feel wonderfully secure and she wished for that moment to last forever. It was too bad that all good things came to an end, a fact that Elisa knew all too well.

The room had gone from cuddly to tense in mere seconds.

"I care about your eating habits cause I care about you Elisa! They are my concern! Not everyone starves them self to the point of being skeletons either! I don't have any idea why you do because I think you would look impossibly perfect anyway!"

Not everyone starves themselves? No shit, not everyone starves themselves. She was pissed, she was embarrassed, and she was heartbroken. "I don't starve myself, Beck. What the fuck!? Oh, and thanks for the fucking confidence boost there. I'm skeletal and homely unless I'm fat, that's great. Thanks. I really needed to know that shit." Apparently, Elisa was fond of cursing in her anger. "At least I don't hang around bloodied men and jailbirds." She was about to storm out of her room in a particularly bitchy fashion, but Alan had reached the door before her bringing in a tray of food.

"That's great. Fucking fantastic," She mumbled underneath her breath. Alan, clearly sensing the obvious tension, set the tray up on her dresser and left as quickly and quietly as possible. Elisa thanked him before he left, but he just gave a simple nod before heading down the stairs. What he left in her room smelled heavenly and looked even better. It was just a very small pasta dish, though she was unsure what type of pasta it was. If her stomach could jump out of her torso and consume it like a raging monster, it would, but Elisa just turned away and walked towards the window in her room. She had run out of things to say by this point and the food was making her both hungry and anxious. She wanted to leave, but that would be far too obvious.