~ Chapter 9: Writing letters and eating junk food without feeling guilty. ~        

        The next day, after his appointment in the hospital, Damon came by like all days and we looked at the list together.

“What about this one?” I asked, pointing at Write a fan letter to my all-time favorite hero or heroine.

“That’s a really good one. We can probably find the addresses on the internet.”

“I’ll go find my computer and some paper.”

I went up to my room and got out everything we needed and Damon and I got settled on the table.

“So, who are your all-time favorite hero and heroine?” I inquired, ready to Google the first name.

“Can we include singers, actors and athletes?”

“It’s your list.”

“Right. Then we can.”

He pondered then wrote down some names like Michael Jackson, Eli Manning, Maroon 5, David Beckham, Marilyn Monroe, Macklemore, Eva Longoria, John Lennon, Kurt Cobain, etc and I searched every address, except for the dead ones, to who Damon still wanted to write. He even included Spider-Man. He started writing and I put on some music to make it a little more fun. When he got a little tired, I offered to write for him what he would dictate to me so we did for a little while then we switched again. It went on for hours but Damon didn’t want to stop. He had a lot to say to his “heroes” and was really focused on doing every letter right. We finished late in the evening and I promised Damon I would send every letter in the morning. We checked it out of the list and he asked me if I wanted to watch a movie or something.

“Katie isn’t at your place?” I asked.

“I don’t know.”

I didn’t need to ask more questions cause, frankly, it wasn’t any of my business, so I put on a movie that we watched together, eating pop-corns and pastas (not together, don’t worry). He fell asleep in the middle of the film so I put a blanket on him and a pillow under his head, then went upstairs to go sleep too.

When I woke up the next day, it was really early but I was hungry so I went down to take something to eat. Damon was awake too and was watching the end of the movie, wrapped in a blanket.

“Hey.” I said, entering in the room.

He jumped with surprise and I apologized then sat next to him while eating a cookie. A few minutes later, the movie was over so Damon turned off the TV and yawned. I asked him if he had slept well and he nodded, while eating a cookie too. He took the list and decided to do Spend a whole day eating junk food without feeling guilty. I loved that one. I said I was going to go buy some food cause we didn’t have anything and Damon decided to come with me. We hopped in my car and drove to the supermarket, just after stopping to post every letter. I have to say doing this had consequences for me: as far as I knew, I wasn’t going to die soon, unlike Damon. But I thought about it and jumped to the conclusion that eating for a day wasn’t going to make me fat and that I wouldn’t eat for a week to compensate. I know it says “without feeling guilty’” but I think it was meant only for Damon.

We filled the trolley with a lot of things like candies, chips, sodas, pancake mix etc and paid for everything half-half (cause I wouldn’t let him pay for everything considering I was going to eat too) and we drove back home. We got settled in my living room and unwrapped the packets.

“Ready?” Damon asked, a hand in a potato-chips packet.

I nodded and we started to eat everything that we wanted, without caring if there was some on our shirt or if mixing this and that was good or not. We just stuffed ourselves and I have to say: It was awesome! I could definitely have done it another time. I mean, who doesn’t like eating?! We played music, sang with our mouth filled (gross, I know), watched TV and everything while eating junk food. And in the moment, I think neither of us was feeling guilty. We were just completely crazy and the sugar was getting into our head at some point. We had the fingers dirty with Cheetos but we didn’t really care.  I know I would make Damon swear to never talk about that day again cause we were really acting like… pigs. Yeah, I can’t find a better word for it. But I think it’s also the day we (or at least, I) had the most fun or our lives.

In the evening, we ordered pizzas and we ate them with candies on it (ewe, I know. But it’s better that you expect it to be). Then we made pancakes for desert and finished everything until, finally, it was midnight and we lay in the couch, completely filled. We were laughing like crazy and couldn’t stop for a long time. And, of course, that’s the moment Seth chose to come back home. He stopped, a little chocked, then just passed by us and went upstairs. Damon and I restarted laughing then we checked together Spend a whole day eating junk food without feeling guilty of the list.

“When you get tired of doing this, you just tell me and I’ll do the rest by myself, ok?” Damon said, still laying on the couch.

“This is the most fun I had in years. I don’t want to stop.”

“Cool. Cause I don’t know if it’ll be as fun without you.”

“Probably not.”

He tickled me and I screamed. Seth came back to yell at us to shut up and we laughed. I think we were like “high” of all the sugar and all the food. We fell asleep on the couch, still dressed and wrapped in pretty dirty blankets.

The first thing I did when I woke up the next morning was contain a scream while laughing. Damon woke up too and yawned before also having a step back at the view of all the empty packets of junk food on the floor. We laughed and I told Damon I would go take a shower so I did. Then I came back downstairs and Damon told me he would go back at his place to go wash too but he promised to come back to help me clean. He went out and I started picking up the empty packets from the floor. I couldn’t believe we had eaten all of that. It wasn’t physically possible, was it? One thing was sure: I hadn’t felt guilty for a second yesterday when I had so much fun eating like an insane person.

“Did you have a party or something yesterday?” Seth asked, while coming in the room and stepping on an empty potatoes chips packet.

“Kind of.” I lied.

“You were totally high or drunk when I came back home.”

I laughed. We kind of were. I shrugged and started hovering the living room. Seth went back up before I would ask to help me. I took the list and looked at it to try to find what we could do today and came across a really cool idea to accomplish. I searched on the Internet information and, lucky me, it was just at the right moment. I smiled, and when Damon came back, I showed him the computer. He laughed while shaking his head.

“Come on, you wrote it on your list. Nothing bad is going to happen to you.”

“I’m going to be ridiculous!”

“Well then it’s great, cause we’ll kill two birds with one stone since you also wrote that you had to Make a complete and utter fool of yourself.”

“What the hell was I thinking?!”

“Come on!” I pleaded.

“Then you do it too!”

“No, no, no, it’s your list! I can do some things with you but I don’t have to do this one!”

“Yes you do! You said you would do everything with me!”

“Did I?” I smiled, trapped.

I had to surrender. If it was the only way Damon would do it, then I would too. Plus, I had always wanted to do it anyways.

“So you’re in?” I asked.

“It’s on the list. We don’t have any choice.”

“It’s not really far away.”

I looked at how we could go there on the Internet and then we prepared some things before heading up there. The road wasn’t too long and we took advantage of it to warm up a little. And then, we arrived.