Taylor sat quietly with Isaac and his chick friend Kendra Jones.

He sighed loudly to himself as he munched slowly on a granola bar, and watched as Kendra did the same as she talked with his brother.

The front door swung wide open and people filed in, "Anyone for pizza?" Mr. Hanson asked loudly as he dodged Zac and Mackie's hands from all directions.

"Yeah!" Isaac said quickly, as he too started grabbing for it, while Mrs. Hanson came in with the girls, carrying Zoë and the drinks.

Slowly putting down his not even half-eaten granola bar, he sighed again. He noticed that Kendra was doing the same thing as him again. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose though, because she seemed to be way into Isaac, not himself.

Shrugging it off, he half-heartedly walked into the kitchen behind her, and tying his hair back. Wanting to post-pone this meal as much as possible.

Sitting down in his seat, Taylor stared down at his plate of food. I can't eat this... He groaned to himself. I'll gain a million pounds!

"Are you all right, Taylor?" Mrs. Hanson asked worriedly, as she watched the disgusted facial features on her son.

Looking up slowly, Taylor shook his head. "Do I have to eat?" He asked making a face, "I had a big lunch."

"He had like four granola bars." Isaac put in before he crammed a piece of pizza in his mouth.

Mrs. Hanson gave him a stern look, "You know not to eat snacks before dinner time." She chided.

He gave a guilty smile, "Sorry, Mom."

"Just don't make a habit out of this." She warned him sternly.

Taylor grinned at her, "Of course not, Mom. Wouldn't dream of it." He answered. "So may I be excused?" He asked a second later.

"Yes, you may." Mr. Hanson interjected before his wife could protest.

With his grin broadened, Taylor quickly covered his plate in plasti-wrap and stuck it in the refrigerator, which would later be consumed by one of his siblings, or be left in there to mold until their mom cleaned it out the next time. After that, he ran for the stairs.

Grabbing a small black bag from his room, Taylor quickly locked himself in the bathroom. Unzipping the small pack, he removed a medium sized bottle, and turned on the water faucet full blast.

Removing his shirt he leaned over the toilet, lifted the two lids, and then took the top off the bottle. Taking a quick swig, he set it down immediately, and grasped his right hand onto the sink counter, a light mist wetting his knuckles from the faucet.

Smiling faintly, he started to feel the familiar burn and tightening in his stomach and chest, and then leaned over more closely to the toilet bowl. The ipecac he just swallowed induced the vomiting.

The soft knocking on the door made him scramble to his feet to turn off the water, "Uh, yeah?" He called out, his voice fuzzy from throwing up.

"Are you almost done in there?" Kendra asked eagerly. Her stomach was full and she needed to release the pressure soon.

"Yeah, be right out." Taylor said flushing the toilet as he struggled to get his shirt back on properly. Hurriedly he ran his toothbrush in his mouth.

After combing his fingers in his hair, he opened the door. Giving her a bright smile, he walked passed her and into his room.

Kendra ran inside and shut the door, and started she digging through her purse. Pulling out the box of laxatives, she started to rip them out of the foil when she caught sight of an opened bottle, she picked it up curiously and Taylor walked back in.

He was furious that she had found it, and more furious at himself for leaving it there. "What are you doing?" He raged loudly, grabbing for the bottle and his bag.

Kendra stood motionless, but when he grabbed for his property, he knocked the box from her hands and scattered the pills across the sink counter.

Glancing at her, he started to pick them up and noticed what they were. Then he started eyeing her up and down; and she did the same to him in retaliation.

"Here." He said handing her his bottle. "It's better than the laxatives." He informed walking out of the bathroom again, this time with her laxatives and his bag in his hands.

Staring down at the bottle, Kendra studied it. Pulling out a rubber band from her pocket, she tied her hair back haphazardly and removed her shirt. Turning on the water full blast; she knelt in front of the toilet, and then placed the lip of the unknown bottle to her mouth.

Feeling the liquid slide down her throat, she started to feel a burning sensation filling her stomach. Her hands gripped tightly onto the sides of the toilet, waiting for the burning to run up her throat.

Suddenly, her stomach was emptying itself rapidly.

The act had strained her stomach, her arms, her throat, and her entire body.

Moaning slightly, Kendra leaned away from the toilet and flushed it immediately, the back of her hand weakly wiping at her sweat soaked brow. Trying to gain enough energy to stand, she started deep breathing exercises. The burning in her mouth and throat refused to go away.

Finally being able to stand, Kendra walked to the sink and started bringing up handfuls of water to drink and cool the fiery inferno blazing inside her.

Taking a cup full of mouthwash, she swished it around her mouth before spitting it out and washing her hands.

She took a few seconds to compose herself, before picking up the bottle again, and screwing the lid on. Upon leaving the bathroom, she found Taylor leaning against the wall, next to the door.

He gave a wry grin, "First time with ipecac?" He questioned gently.

Kendra nodded with care. Still sore and weak from her new experiment.

Taylor nodded as well, and ushered her into his room, and closing the door behind him. "So what got you started?" He asked sitting at his computer chair, while she sat on the edge of his bed.

She shrugged her shoulders. "Just wanted to be good enough. Pretty enough, thin enough," She listed, her voice lightly scratchy.

"Perfection." He inserted.

She nodded again. "Perfection." She echoed. "What about you?" She asked shaking her head to remove old memories.

"Basically the same." He stated staring at his hands. "It started when Zac, Ike, and I first hit music in the "big time." "

Kendra laughed quietly as he used his fingers for quotation marks.

He smiled slightly, "I became the pretty boy." He finished.

"You use ipecac a lot?" She asked curiously.

Slowly he bobbed his head, "Yeah." He replied, "What about you?" He asked, "You use the laxatives a lot?"

She shook her head, "Nah, just started to take them last week. Friend said it was easier." She confessed.

Taylor gave a small chuckle, "Your friend doesn't know anything then."

Kendra gave him a stony look, "And how do you know?"

He laughed some more, "Laxatives don't help you lose the weight. It only gets rid of some water, and if you use it too much, you can't crap on your own."

Her faced burned with the new, crude, information Taylor had just handed her. "Yeah, well." She muttered.

Getting up, Taylor grabbed the bottle that she had returned to him and peeled off a sticker from another bottle in his black bag. He handed it to her smiling. "Here, don't tell anyone where you got it from." He warned.

Kendra looked down at the bottle of ipecac; she smiled at the sticker on it. There was one male and one female, stick figures fixing their long yellow hair on it, the title read "Pretty Boys & Girls."