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I roll my eyes feeling frustration climb into me.Here we go again.“And why the fuck are you on a diet?”
It comes out much harsher than I intend. She narrows her eyes at me. “Don’t start.”
“I am going to start," I retort because I’ve seen this cycle many times over. She starts feeling bad about herself and then she goes on a dumb diet that tells her to starve herself. She does this for four or five miserable weeks, then realizes that bodies actually do need food to survive, and then starts eating like a normal human being again. “What is it this time? You going to start only eating rabbit food again?”
“No,” she rolls her eyes. “For your information, I’m intermittent fasting this time. And it’s a perfectly healthy diet that a lot of athletes and other people use.”
“So what? I don’t fucking care if those people starve themselves. They’re not my sister.”
She cocks her head, and I see a mild smile tickle her lips. “I’m not starving myself. I’m eating a lot of the same things I was eating before, just in a different time frame.”
“Oh,” I don’t understand it, but as long as she's eating, I’m somewhat placated. “Why are you doing this again?”
She shrugs. “Oh, you know. For health reasons.” She blushes when she says it and I know it’s not entirely true. My sister has never had a health scare in her life and has always been as healthy as a horse. She used to run marathons and was on the swim team. She's pretty athletic but she has been full-figured ever since she was a kid. Usually, she’s fine with it, but sometimes she’ll get these ideas in her head.
“But enough about me,” Melly says with a smile. “How are you? How’s it going?”
I shrug. “Same old same old.” I mostly just work and sleep, and until now I’d never realized just how boring that is.
Or maybe it was until she came into my life.
Melly frowns. “You know, I’m worried about you.”
“You?" I raise my eyebrow. “Worried aboutme?” It’s usually the other way round.
“Yeah,” she says. “When was the last time you went on a date?"
I think about it, realizing that I can’t remember.
“Exactly,” she says, shaking her head. “I’m worried you’re going to end up all alone.”
"Is that so bad?” I say with a shrug. Neither of us have the best example of a healthy relationship. With our parents especially, I got the idea that sometimes being alone was better than being in love with the wrong person. And there are far more wrong people than there are right.
Melly tried the whole love thing too, only to have the slimy asshole go behind her back after a decade together.
Truth is that I don’t believe in love much. I believe love is something that lonely people make up to justify the fact that they’re not strong enough to survive on their own.
But I’m not one of those people. I’ve always done well on my own. Only need women for sex once in a while, and even that has died down with age.
“Yes," Melly says. “I want you to be happy.”
“Being with someone doesn’t equate to being happy. We both know that.”
She knows exactly what I‘m talking about and her eyes drop. “You can’t use my relationship or our parents’ relationship to judge all other relationships in this world. Most of them are fine.”
“Right,” I say
"I want you to be happy," she repeats.
“I am,” I tell her, and I don’t know what possesses me to add. “Besides, there might be someone...”
“What?” My sister's eyes widen dramatically, reminding me of Delilah. "Who is she?"
I nearly laugh at her eagerness. "You don't know her." Even though I already decided I wouldn't do anything with Delilah, I can't help seeking my sister's opinion on the entire affair. I trust her. "I don't know her much either, to be honest."
"How did you meet?"
"She ran into my car," I tell her. "The McLaren. Caused a hell of a scratch."
