I cannot even find the energy to stand up, I cannot find the energy to stand up at this point because my legs are killing me.
"How many more miles until we get to the cinema?" I say and Eras is practically chuckling. He is chuckles so loud and so hard that I feel satisfied with myself.
At least I am able to make him happy am I not?.
At least I'm able to make him happy until he finally goes back to England.
But still, this walk, this walk is torturing, this walk is simply meant to torture anybody who happens to embark on it.
"Seriously who even suggested this?" I say looking at all of them and Scott is bearing a pleased smile on his face.
"I just happened to know it would be deliberately torturing you, so I suggested it"
"And you agreed??!!" I say look at Eras and he shrugs his shoulders.
"Have you ever seen anyone who is able to refuse him?'.
For some weird reason Scott starts laughing so maniacally that you would think someone had sincerely commented him on some milestone achievement.
"Seriously, what is wrong with everyone around me?" I say and Oakley simply smiles.
For the most part of it she isn't feeling the torturous excruciating pain that I am feeling recently. She's still walking, she's walking happily and I look at her ruefully.
"Aren't your legs hurting you?" I say to her and she shakes her head.
"Totally not, they aren't even hurting me in the least".
Okay I'm guessing this is to be expected, it is to be expected especially when I am filling my stomach with food each and every five minutes.
"How many times did I eat this morning?" I say looking at her and she shrugs her shoulders.
"How is that supposed to be my business?"
Okay, a point there, a really really fair point there.
How is how many times i have eaten supposed to be anybody's business, but still, she is my friend, she's supposed to know.
"You're a bad friend" I say looking at her now and her eyes practically fly wide-open.
"Because I didn't memorize how many times you had eaten now, I am a bad friend?".
I nod my head at this and she simply gives me a satisfied smile.
"Then I'll be a bad friend then".
She walks off to meet the boys and suddenly I am left behind.
"Why don't we just order an Uber?" I say looking to them and Scott casts me a degrading stare.
"With the way you're eating, don't you think some exercise is necessary for you?" he says and my ears flush.
My ears practically flush red because how will you tell a young girl that she is fat. He is practically calling me fat in front of everyone else.
"Don't you think that's rude to be saying to your elder sister?" I say looking at him and he smiles one of his satisfied smile again.
"The truth is bitter, deal with it"
It truly is because my legs are killing me.