Fattboylover4321

(Before you continue, this story contains fat boy, burping and messy content) Ross’s hands shifted anxiously on the wheel as he looked at his son through the rear view mirror, Elliot was happily sitting at the back, his overweight body covering both of the back seats as he played on his GameBoy. The talk that needed to proceed was a hard one for Ross, mainly because he didn’t want to upset the rather sensitive Elliot and also because he found his son’s current state to be quite concerning. Ross placed his eyes on the road again, swallowing before finally speaking. “Hey Ell, I didn’t wanna say anything before but I feel like this whole overeating thing has gone too far…” The obese teenager looked up from his GameBoy to focus his attention on his father as he spoke. “I’m not tryna say anything mean, I’m just saying that maybe you should eat a little less from now on. You’re 16 and I don’t want you wasting your life.” Elliot’s eyebrows furrowed at Ross, he bit his lower lip. So what if

“Son...uuurp...c'mere!” Most boys my age would grimace and groan if they heard those words called out in such a crass, demanding tone, but to me, that burp-laden beckoning was more heavenly than any angelic choir could ever dream to be. I placed the plate I'd been drying into the dish rack and entered the living room. Dad spent most of his days in there, propped up in a plush brown La-Z Boy right in front of the TV. The only times he ever got up were to use the bathroom, and on rare occasions, go out to eat. He even slept in there more often than he did his own bedroom—but then again, why wouldn't he? He had everything he needed right there; I'd made sure of that. To his left was an end table with an ash tray on top and big cartons of cigarettes in the drawers. To his right was a mini-fridge stocked with all the soda and beer he could ever want, and atop that fridge was a basket filled with all his favorite snacks. Chips, cookies, Budweiser, Marlboro—all of that and more was just an