Spoil you Rotten

John threw the pack down. "I just won't eat at all since you have to make such a big fucking deal about it."

"Johnathan!" Jane snapped. She stomped out to him and put her hands on her hips. "I make a big fucking deal about it because I care! I don't know what the devil dickens has gotten into you today, but I'm sure you're blowing it out of proportion! I'm your sister, you can talk to me when you're upset rather than eat your feelings, which isn't good for you at all!"

John glared at her. "But you get to eat when you're upset? How is that fair?"

"I don't eat when I'm upset, I bake" Jane replied

John crossed his arms. "That's bullshit and we both know it. You're not the boss of me and I don't need your help. Stay out of my business."

Jane bristled. "Fine! At least when I eat my feelings I eat vegetables and fruit!" she snapped "Are you happy?"

"No, I'm not." John snapped back at her. "I just wanted a fucking snack. I don't need you jumping my shit everytime I try to do something. I have homework to finish and you're just wasting my time. Appearantly I'm not allowed to eat around here anymore sinceI'm such a fat, fucking pig." He was breathing heavy, holding back tears of frustration as he turned to storm away to his room.

Jane looked like she had just been slapped.

Dirk nearly stumbled coming down the stairs, too nervous to flash step. He was clutching his laptop bag as he brushed past John on his way to the door. He had at least managed to take the virus off Jane's computer.

John ran up to his room, slamming the door shut and locking it. He slumped down and curled his knees up to his chest. Tears started to roll down his cheeks as he coughed. Why couldn't Dirk be like normal people and ask John out in a normal way. Fuck, why couldn't John be normal and know his own damn sexuality. Yeah, he had a crush on Dave. But not just because Dave was a dude. The list of reasons was endless on why John loved his best friend.

Jane would more than likely tell Dad about the little outburst in the kitchen. Just another disappointment to add to the list. No matter how hard John tried, his sister would still be better than him. He would always be the loser child.

Jane slammed stuff around the kitchen angrily.

John crawled to his bed. He was still crying as he curled up under a blanket. Today had turned into a complete disaster.

Robert didn't get home until nearly seven in the evening.

John was still curled up in his bed. The tears had stopped, but his cheeks were still wet. His nose was also stuffy now. He groaned as he felt a headache starting.

Robert knocked at the door. "John?" he asked

"What?"John croaked. His voice was weak and dry.

"May I come in?" Robert asked

"What for?"

"To talk to you son"

John let out a sniffle. "Why dad?"

"Just to talk" Robert replied gently

John was silent as he got up. The door was quickly unlocked before he went back to his bed. He was back under his blanket instantly.

Robert came in and sat on the edge of the bed. "John, are you unhappy?" he asked gently.

John curled into a ball. "I don't know."

"Jane tells me you've started to stress eat." Robert stated gently.

John sniffled quietly. "I don't want to talk about it Dad. Please just leave me alone."