One Push Too Many


By RedKage

It was late that night when Darren finally came home. Charles felt so guilty that he stayed awake, ignoring his hunger pains, waiting for Darren to return. When Darren DID come home, he was a mess. He stunk so bad that Charles almost passed out the moment he walked through the door.

"Why didnít you do something!?" That was the first and last thing Darren said to him that night. Without even stopping Darren headed straight for his room and slammed the door.

After a few wordless minutes, Charles went to his own room and went to bed, his heart heavy.

* * *

The next two days, Charles didnít even see Darren at all. Every time he knocked on Darrenís door, all he said was to leave him alone.

On the morning, of the third day, Charles woke up to the familiar smells of breakfast, which meant that Darren had finally come out of his room. Without even doing his usual morning routines, he went straight out into the kitchen, where a large feast sat on the table.

"Morning." Darren said as he placed a plate piled with eggs onto the table.

"Darren!" Charles said, staring at the large amounts of food. "Are you- I mean,"

"Iím fine." Darren said as he sat down. "Iíve had a lot of time to think things over, and I figured that guy was right: I donít belong in the gym."

"But DarrenÖ" Charles started, but Darren only looked the other way. "IímÖIím sorry. I wasÖ.I wasÖ"

"Scared?" Darren finished. Reluctantly, Charles nodded. "Well, itís okay. I forgive you. Now eat up! I went through a lot of trouble cooking all of this."

"This really is a lot of food." Charles remarked. There was piles of eggs, sausages, toast, and all other kinds of food on the table. "Iím not sure we can really eat all this."

"You mean if YOU can eat all this." Darren corrected. "Iíve already eaten my share."

Charles gawked at him. Eat all of it!? There was no way he could cram all of this food down his throat. Yet, if Darren went through all this trouble, then he had no choice in the matter.

"Bottoms upÖ" He said reluctantly, and began to eat. After a few mouthfuls, he noticed a difference in taste from his previous meals. "Did you do something new?" He asked after swallowing some toast. "It tastesÖa little different."

"Are you saying it tastes bad?" Darren asked, his hand clenching his glass of juice tightly.

"Oh nonono!" Charles said quickly. "Actually, itís even better!" And it was the truth. There was a new flavor with each bite he took. It was so good, that he had ate everything without once slowing down.

"OhhhÖ.." Charles moaned as he opened his pants. His stomach was visibly bloated from the amounts of food he had eaten. "IímÖsoÖ..FULL!"

"Glad you like it." Darren said with a smile. "After all, I worked hard on it."

"Iíll say!" Charles smiled as he patted his belly. "Iíll have to spend hours at the gym to work THIS off."

Darren only smiled. •

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