Freshman 115Heather sat in her car in silence, debating with herself in her mind. Today could be the day she finally changes things. The day she stops giving into convenience and laziness and turns her life around. The day she takes control after spiraling OUT of control for the past eight months... She could start her car back up, drive to the grocery store, and buy something decent for once, start NEW habits... She could start... today...
"...I'll start tomorrow."
Heather sighed and heaved herself out the door, the side of her car dipping down as she shifted her weight against the frame. Slamming the door shut, she made her way to the font of the Seven-Eleven, the electronic doors sliding open as she approached.
Heather was heavier than your average college freshman, but she hadn't been back when she started her first semester. She used to look like your average young adult; not too thin but not fat either, a healthy weight. She'd never actively tried to keep her weight down, it had just worked
Heather blushed and sank back in her seat as Amanda giggled at her.
"Cram it tubs!" She muttered exasperatedly, which only made Amanda laugh even harder, grabbing the sides of her belly. Heather's face turned even redder, but she couldn't help but break into laughter herself.
Around most people Heather felt ashamed of her gluttonous behavior, but not Amanda. Close to finals last year Heather had finally taken Amanda up on her offer to grab lunch together, and was surprised at how well the two had hit it off. Part of the reason was because Amanda was so much bigger than her that she felt less self-conscious, knowing there was no way the bigger girl was judging her for the same bad habits she herself was guilty of. It quickly became a routine for the two to grab a meal together at least once a week. Tonight the girls had gone to a cheap burger joint for dinner, their go-to for meals off-campus. Amanda was barely seated in one of the diner's chairs, while Heather took the boo
Drinking ContestAlone in the local bar, the Down Under, Spike lifted her large glass mug to her lips to finish off her drink. The Down Under was rather popular and usually pretty packed. But it was later at night and everyone had left. Everyone except Spike and the bartender. Putting her mug down, Spike rested her head in her hand and pushed the mug towards the person on the other side of the wooden counter. " Give me another one" she demanded.
" And how are you gonnna pay?" asked the bartender, a lovely younger woman in her mid twenties. She had long brown hair with a yellow bandana tied around it, and brown eyes to match. She was dressed in a light grey long sleeve shirt with the sleeves rolled up to her elbows, and a pair of tight blue jeans.
" Just put it on my tab Flora" replied Spike with a wave of her hand. Taking Spike's glass, Floa rolled her eyes.
" If you payed your tab I could buy a second house" she grumbled to herself. Grabbing a hold of the beer nozzle she poured up another drink and pa