Acceptance [ManxMan]

Andrew, a twenty-six year old literature graduate has been through more drama than many his age. From suffering obesity, to arthritis, and then anorexia after drastic attempts to loss body fat, Andrew grows more conscious of his body. He shields himself from the rest of the world in a reserved cabin tucked away in a small town where he dwells in solitude and self pity. But things can't stay the same forever and Andrew's carefully planned out walls fall around him with the arrival of his Uncle's fiancee's son Ethan.

But Ethan will more than disrupt Andrew's 'perfect' life, he'll also teach him the sole act of acceptance.

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4. Chapter 3

ETHAN'S POV

I woke up to the sound of Roxie's barking. Opening I looked towards the shaking door, she must be clawing at it.

I sat up yawning, looking towards the window to look at the early morning sun. I winched my eyes, trying to remember what I was supposed to be doing today. The streams of yesterday's events camp to me...The University.

'I'm going to school this morning...' I realized jumping out of bed and towards my room door. I turned the keys a few times before Roxanne was able to smash through and pounce on me.

"Hey, stop!" I demanded pushing her head down, but she only got rougher. What is up with her?

She growled playfully before running out the door again. She was back again, pulling at the end of my trousers this time.

"You want me to follow you?" I asked as I watched her pounce around me. She ran out the door again and I took the opportunity to shut the door. I shook my head before, heading for the bathroom.

I brushed my teeth before washing my face. I looked up at the mirror to stare at myself, the rays of light escaping the window curtain bounced on my reflection making my ordinary feature look a bit exciting.

Why would he kiss me?

I found myself asking and mentally slapped myself for the thought. I closed my eyes as memories of the kiss flooded my senses. My cheeks filled with heat at the mere thought of it. What will he do now? Ignore it? Embrace it?

I sighed. The latter sounded very unlikely. I opened my eyes to stare at my figure again. I'm not a child anymore, I can handle it. I looked away from the mirror and engaged in other things associated with the bathroom.

*

"Oh you're here." Andrew said turning to give me a smile. I nodded feeling heat run up my cheeks again. He turned, returning his attention to the eggs that now sizzled in the frying pan.

"Can I help?" I asked moving to stand by him. My eyes half dropped from the smell of shampoo coming of him.

"Sure, but there's not much to do...You could set the tea things." He said brushing his hair back.

"Okay," I said stretching to pick stuff from the cupboard above us. The kitchen was tiny with the both of us squashed up inside, and Roxie Snooping around. When I noticed him sigh I looked to find him lifting his feet.

"It's not necessary..." He trailed as I when I retrieved a sofa throw pillow form the living room, and gently placed it under his feet. Although he complained, I didn't miss the look of relief he had afterwards.

"Why don't you have a care taker?" I asked him, watching him dish out the eyes on clean ceramic plates. They had that shining look to them; like they were rarely used.

He visibly stiffened at first, and then relaxed. He ran his hand through his hair as if thinking about what to say. The dark circles under his eyes were lighter than they were a day ago.

"I don't think I need one...I can take care of myself...and Roxanne helps." He said taking the two filled plates from the counter and handed one to me.

I nodded understandably. Roxanne seemed to do a lot...but she couldn't make him eat. I looked towards him wondering if I should mention that.

"Could you get the bread? It's in the fridge." He soon asked dazing me out of my thoughts. I nodded turning to open the fridge...that's how small the place is. I handed this the loaf, and watched him pick a slice of bread out of it. He handed it the back to me.

I took out four for myself and took out an extra one I placed on my place. He gave me a questioning look, but he didn't say anything.

We ate in silence. I watched as he nibbled at the bread barely finishing half a slice before setting the rest down for Roxie. He gave me talk after that; explained that he'd be in the cabin all day and I could take the car with me. He also gave me the spare key to the place, just in case he was asleep when I got back.

I came out of my room dressed to meet him in the sitting room watching a documentary with Roxie.

"I'm leaving." I said running my hand through my hair. He looked up, and then smiled.

"I'll see you out." He said getting up from the sofa. Roxie stood up, running around him in circles. He pushed her to the side fondly, before heading for the front door, where I was standing.

I felt nauseas, both from the closeness and the mere sight of him. I licked my dry lips, watching him unlock the door. I shook my head; I really have to get it out of my system.

"And thanks for yesterday...It meant a lot." I heard him say, snapping out of my thought. I felt my face heat up in guilt; he must have been talking for a while.

"It wasn't a problem." I said looking away, not wanting my senses to be screwed any further.

"You know...I'm not really confident about how I look..." He said with a harsh chuckle, as he pushed the door open.

"But being kissed made me feel at least decent enough to be wanted...So thank you." He said as he walked out the house. My heart was beating in my cheats like sledge hammer against a wall. I caught him by the shoulder before he could get any further away.

Pulling him up against me I tried to connect our lips, but he let out a surprised gasped and pulled away.

"I..." I muttered turning away; I couldn't be more embarrassed than I was already.

"It's...its okay, let me just see you of okay?" He said turning to continue out the porch and towards the car. I took a deep breath and mentally slapped myself before I followed behind him.

I got into the car, listened to the directions he gave me, explaining the routes to me. Throughout I peeped at him from the corner of my eyes, wondering what in the world he thought of me now.

"You better be going now, you have about an hour till your first lecture." I heard him say. I nodded refusing to look at him.

"Ethan." He called. I stiffened up, realizing I might just get the telling of I predicted would happen.

"You mother called yesterday, she asked if you needed anything." He said caressing the half wound up glass of the car's window. I frowned. When did my mother start to care?

"I don't need anything," I said stiffly. I think he noticed because he sighed.

"And Ethan..." He trialed, making me to look towards him.

"I'm not mad at you." He assured smiling. I nodded, not sure if I should believe him.

"Take care then." He said leaning of the window. I nodded not knowing what to say, before winding up the glass and starting the engine.

Driving out the compound I spotted him waving me of from the side mirror. I felt a small smile creeping at the side of my mouth. At least he didn't hate me, I sighed in relief. Making the drive into town, I promised myself I wouldn't do something so foolish again.

If I really wanted this, I'd take it slow.

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