Week 6
Since the cookie incident, I’ve only seen Isaac almost always in the kitchen or in the living room – if he wasn’t in his bedroom. He’s started picking up baking, and I watched him come inside with a bag full of baking recipes and cookbooks. He’s also bringing in baking ingredients too – so much he’s got his stuff dominating an entire cupboard. I figured it would take some time for him to get used to it, but I swear Isaac is going to be a prodigy – he’s already made his first chocolate cake and batch of bran muffins.
I also noticed that Isaac has definitely been gaining some weight in this past month – before you could make the argument that he’s just had his “bad days”. But now there’s no way to deny that Isaac is now taking up a rather pudgy body. His shirts are sneaking up his waistline, and whenever he stretches you can see his whole belly flash. He doesn’t seem to notice that much, the motion of pulling down his shirt has become second nature to him.
One day there was a lapse in my academic life, and I had just sat down to boot up the ‘ol console when I see Isaac step over to me. He’s wearing shorts and a tank top. He’s also got his phone in his hand.
“Hey,” I say, trying not to stare at his belly for too long. “What’s up?”
He holds his phone up and points to it with his other hand. “Want to order some pizza?”
I shrug. “I’ve already had pizza this week.”
“I mean yeah, but I’m really in the mood. C’mon, it’ll be on me.”
That gets my attention. I feel a little guilty, but how can I say no? He WAS offering. “Sure, I’ll have a small sausage.”
Isaac beamed and started the order on his phone. He turned around and plopped down to the seat beside me. The whole couch groaned, and I jumped up a bit from my sit from his downward force. My goodness, Isaac was HEAVY.
He finished the order and turns to me. “Should be here in fifteen minutes,” he said. He looks over to the TV. “Whatcha playing?”
“Eh, maybe some Halo? Haven’t done that in a while.”
Isaac scrunches up his nose. “Don’t do a mission with those zombie things.” He huffed.
“What, the flood?”
“Yeah, they’re so gross and scary.” Isaac shuddered.
“Alright,” I said, then paused. “Why ARE you wearing that?”
“This?” Isaac pinched a bit of his tank top. “Oh, I want to do some exercise after dinner.”
“Good for you,” I said. Maybe Isaac is recognizing his weight issue and is looking to fix it.
Fifteen minutes later, the doorbell rings, and Isaac is on his feet in an instant. He comes back into the room with multiple boxes.
I gape. “I said I wanted only a small sausage!”
He pulls off a small box from the top and hands it over to me. “Yeah, you did,” he said, looking confused.
I point to the rest of the bounty. “Did you order for David or Jack?”
Isaac blushes. “Uh, no.”
It takes me a second to realize who the food was for. “Ah, I see.”
We stand together in silence. I’m unsure of what to say, and Isaac is looking more uncomfortable by the second. Finally, the silence is broken when Isaac’s stomach gives out a rather loud growl.
Isaac takes that opportunity to plop down on the carpet and pull out his first slice. “So, which Halo game are you playing?”
“Uh, was thinking of doing a Halo 3 mission,” I said, and I try to shift gears, pulling up the dashboard on the screen. We sit there for the next hour, and as I kill aliens from deep space, I watch as he gorges through two large pizzas and a package of garlic bread.
I finish the game, and I offer to throw out the boxes. When I return, he’s managed to get himself on the couch before clonking out. He’s snoring slightly, with his large belly now much rounder than before. It swells and deflates slightly with each breath, and I can guess Isaac is very relaxed. So much for exercising after dinner.