This choice: Brooke was in charge of the diet plan. It's... it's not going well. • Go Back... "Okay, so this is a spinach and feta wrap with grilled chicken."
Olivia eyed the healthy-looking wrap warily before picking it up and giving it an experimental nibble. "It's... not bad." she said after a moment, taking another small bite before setting it back down on her plate, "A little dry, though."
"Well, it is healthy." Brooke pointed out reasonably, "You can't expect it to be as good as fast food."
"I know that..." Olivia sighed, poking at her wrap with her fork as she fought the urge to reach for one of the french fries that Mikayla was currently chowing down on by the handful. Going out with Mikayla was at least fun. After they got in a light jog, the two of them were usually done for the day before they got breakfast burritos. And that might not have been great, but at least it...
Well, at least it tasted.
"Did you get any sauces or anything?" Poor Olivia sounded like she was about to cry at the pitiful portions, "Like ranch, or Bleu Cheese or—
"Livvie, you can't eat that kind of stuff on a diet." Brooke had said it like it was the simplest concept in the world, "I've got some salad dressing in the fridge though. Do you want some Italian Dressing?"
"...no." Olivia admitted with a sigh, "I don't know what I want..."
That just simply wasn't true. Olivia knew exactly what she wanted. She wanted the biggest, juiciest cheeseburger that she'd ever had. She wanted an order of fries to put between the patties and another to dip in ketchup. Olivia wanted a strawberry milkshake to wash it down with, and she wanted it to be so thick that she'd have to use a spoon. She wanted to eat her dinners the way that she had back in Abercrombie before moving back home, and she wanted to do it without gaining a single pound, an wanted to do it rightnowwithnoconsequences.
"Ketchup?" Mikayla offered helpfully from the couch, "What? You don't put ketchup on your wraps?"
"Ugh... I swear mom and dad found you behind the dumpster one day and brought you home." Brooke shook her head as she lowered herself down at the table, "Can you not stuff your face in front of Livvie?"
"Wh—oh shit, sorry Liv." Mikayla managed through a mouthful of cheeseburger, "I'll eat it in my room."
"No, uh... you're fine." Olivia piqued back out, "I'm fine! Everything's fine. This food's fine. It's fine."
"...you sure?"
"Yeah. It, uh..." Olivia frowned at her chicken wrap as it sad and limp on the dinner plate in front of her, "I guess it has to be."
"It sure does, Livvie. We're in this together." Brooke picked up her equally depressing sandwich and gave it a modest bite, "Whenever you're around, we're on this diet together!"
***
"Goddammit..."
"Thought we had some cookie dough around here..."
"Fucking Mikayla..."
Brooke Wider genuinely wanted for Olivia to feel supported and loved throughout this endeavor. Losing weight was never going to be easy, and as Olivia's best friend it was her job to make sure that she could help to keep up the morale.
But Olivia wasn't here right now, and Brooke had woken up starving.
"For $12 apiece those things didn't last for shit..."
By the time Olivia had left that night, wobbling and sloshing thickly on every porch step as she heaved herself back to her car, Brooke could already feel her stomach growling underneath her pajama top. She'd been starving, and she hadn't wanted to tempt Olivia any more than she already had been. All those commercials for Hardee's and Applebee's and the like had been hard enough for Brooke to look at while she was hungry, let alone poor Olivia.
Brooke's big ass was wholly out of her leggings as she leaned into the fridge, reaching toward the back for the tube of cookie dough that she'd picked up the week before. Hiding this stuff from Mikayla was the easy part, but actually being quiet about it when she went to go get it were two totally separate animals.
"Theeeeeeeeere we go..." Brooke wrapped her hands around the plump sausage of chocolate, peanut butter and dough with a satisfied smile on her face, "Come to mama..."
This wouldn't have to last long. Light dinners, resiting the urge to snack. Sure, it would do her some good to drop some pounds in the meantime, but ultimately she was only really doing this until Livvie got a hold of herself and learned how to diet and exercise. After all, Brooke wasn't the one who gained two hundred pounds in two years...
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