Emily sat atop her bed, feeling very small in a seemingly huge, empty room. She hadn't bothered to turn on the light, and the curtains were pulled back, allowing only the light of the moon to illuminate the place. She felt confused in the worst way possible. Her mind raced with thoughts, but they were all just chattering voices, there one second and gone the next. Each conflicting with one another. She didn't know what to think, nor what to feel. But no matter what she thought or felt, she knew one thing for certain - she'd been a fool for running away.
The thought was so vivid in her head it was impossible not to think of it. The kiss given to her by her first friend, Elaine. She felt a shiver down her spine. How careless had she been, to run away then and there? To abandon her friend? She was a coward. A frightened, pathetic coward. She shouldn't be in her room, but out there, apologizing. But even though she told herself it was the thing to do, she still felt frightened. She felt hesitant to do it. She felt conflicted, and she hated it. As if she needed more proof of her own cowardice.
"I'm a coward... A big, fat coward..." she choked, a tear trickling down one of her round cheeks. "I can't even face my own friend... I don't deserve her...".
In the darkness of her own room, Emily sat alone. She wasn't sure how long she had spent there. Hours, probably. It felt like an eternity. Her cheeks, already so puffy, seemed stained with ugly tears she could only barely restrain. She rubbed her eyes so hard that her eyelids seemed red. But eventually she couldn't even continue to cry. She just felt pain.
The loud ringing of the doorbell disrupted her. She paused, hesitant to get herself up, but eventually as the door rung again, almost pleadingly, she began to pull her heavy form off of her own bed and shuffled downstairs. Each step down the stairs felt like a descent into the depths of a murky ocean, slowly suffocating her. By the time she reached the bottom, she felt almost like she was being crushed. But she had to continue, regardless. Reaching out, she took hold of the door and opened it.
Standing before her was a vast figure, broad enough that she looked capable of getting stuck if she tried passing through the doorway. With long, dark hair and standing at a height slightly taller than Emily, it could only be Elaine.
Emily found herself instantly drawn to her eyes. Such sad, terrifying eyes. Emily could barely even bring herself to continue looking at them, too ashamed by their gaze, but nevertheless kept eye contact, if only to placate Elaine. To make some small amends for being such a coward.
For a brief moment, there was uncomfortable, agonizing silence. Emily wanted to shout, if only in some vain attempt to clear away some of the silence. But it was not to last forever, no matter how eternal the pause may have seemed to either of them.
They both stopped, looking at each other. Each one speaking the same tone, the same words, as if on the same frequency. They paused again, but this time Elaine spoke first.
"Let me speak, please," Elaine asked, though the look in her eyes made it seem she was ready to beg if need be. Emily didn't question her, but instead nodded slowly.
"I'm... I shouldn't have done that. Before, I mean... " she began, her words disjointed. But she persevered. "I shouldn't have been so forward".
"You don't need to apologize - I'm the one who should. I ran like a coward," Emily responded, but Elaine shook her head.
"No, I sprung this on you without warning. I should have at least asked you out first, rather than kiss you... I jumped too quickly. You told me you don't have many friends, right?" Elaine replied.
"You are my only friend... Part of me is afraid. I've never been... I... I've never been kissed before, and I've never been in a relationship before. I don't know how I feel..." Emily admitted, her eyes turning to her own feet as her hands clasped each other in front of her flabby form.
"Then I'll wait for an answer. Even if that answer isn't what I'm hoping for... We can still be friends, can't we?" Elaine asked. Emily looked back to her, inspecting her eyes once more. A light in her eyes shone like sincerity.
"I won't make you wait too long. I promise".
A shy giggle escaped her plump lips. The dark-haired beauty stared up at the video camera recording her as she lay across her bed in purple and white-striped pajamas a size too small for her voluptuous, zaftig frame. Lying beside her was another dark haired beauty, so huge and heavy that her form made a deep impression in the bed. One of her thick arms held up the camera, fixing it on Emily. Elaine was dressed in a black bra and panties, less concerned with what she wore to bed. Pools of sunlight poured into their apartment bedroom, shining upon both women.
"The internet says "Morning!", Emily. Don't you want to have a big, fulfilling breakfast?" Elaine teased the slightly smaller, though by no means small woman. Emily gave another shy chuckle at that, rubbing her stomach.
"Well, it is morning... I could do with some slices of toast..." Emily gave a small smile, as if knowing she was going to be having a lot more than just that. "What do you feel like having, Elaine?".
"If you don't mind, Emily... I'd like to have you for breakfast," she gave a small smirk and turned the camera off, setting down on the bedside table before rolling over and wrapping her large limbs around Emily's form, her chubby face leaning in close as Elaine pressed her heavy form against Emily's and kissed her passionately on the lips. The loving kissed shared was like a magnificent, beautiful bonfire. Emily eagerly returned the kiss, her own hands grasping at Elaine's excess flesh and fondly embracing her.
The two women, since their first meeting so long ago, had been bound by a red string of fate. A love too great to be broken.