Used to rejection.

[Ellie Mankelow]

"Fine." She put down her ice cream on the table and picked up his. "Here comes the train. Open wide!". Ellie couldn't stop giggling as she put a huge spoonful of ice cream into his mouth. Once it was in there, he gave her a satisfied grin. "I can't believe I just fed you."

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[Sean Collins]

"You'd be such a great mom." He laughed, swallowing the ice cream. "More, mommy!" He giggled, opening his mouth again.

[Ellie Mankelow]

"As your 'mommy' in this little skit, it's my job to tell you. Ice cream isn't good for you and you should eat healthy. Looks like I'll have to throw it out.". She hovered his ice cream over the bin with a smile on her face.

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[Sean Collins]

"No!" He shouted, even though the cup of ice cream was mostly empty anyway. "Look how fat I am already! Who cares?" He laughed, considering he had chicken legs and a fast metabolism.

[Ellie Mankelow]

Ellie looked at him with narrow eyes. A look that said, 'Are you kidding me?'. "Yes, You're so fat. I'm always bouncing off of your stomach." He laughed. She brang the ice cream back towards the pair and feed him another spoonful.

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[Sean Collins]

"I know you are. But I just like ice cream so much. I can't help being fat." Sean laughed. "Thank you." He said, his mouth full of ice cream.

[Ellie Mankelow]

She put his ice cream back on the table and picked hers back up. She'd barely eaten any of hers. She went to take another spoonful when that familiar feeling came on again. "I-I'll be back.". Ellie got up and raced into the bathroom. Hold it down, she told herself. She went into one of the cubicles and she was unable to hold it down. She vomited up all of the ice cream she had eaten. Ah. That familiar feeling. There was one thing about Ellie, many people didn't know. She was bulimic.

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[Sean Collins]

"Wait, what?" Sean asked, as Ellie jumped off of his lap and ran to the bathroom. He stopped at the door, obviously because it was the ladies room, and he definitely wasn't a lady. "Ellie?" He asked, his voice weak. He pressed his ear against the door, and he could have sworn he heard someone throwing up. "Are you alright?" He leaned against the wall, waiting for some response.

[Ellie Mankelow]

Ellie could hear Sean's voice through the wall. He sounded worried. She quickly washed out her mouth at the sink and washed her face and waited until she looked normal before exiting the bathroom. "I'm fine. Sorry. My stomach turned. I felt like I was going to throw up.. but I'm fine now." She said to Sean and she walked out the door. It wasn't all a lie.

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[Sean Collins]

"Are you sure?" He asked, as Ellie walked out the bathroom door. "Do you want to go home or something?" He suggested, trying to make her as comfortable as possible. If she was sick, he didn't want to keep her out and about.

[Ellie Mankelow]

She shook her head, waving it off. "I'm fine now. It was just an all of the sudden thing. It's all gone now but I don't really feel like eating.". Ellie picked up her half full ice cream container and chucked it straight into the bin.

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[Sean Collins]

"Okay...well if you ever feel sick just let me know." Sean said, a little suspicious. Ellie never said anything about ice cream making her sick. It was really sudden and random...which seemed odd.

[Ellie Mankelow]

"Will do." She said, with a smile on her face. She was just trying to act act as normal as possible but she was sure that Sean was picking up that there was something more to that little.. incident.

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[Sean Collins]

"Do you wanna walk it off? Or just sit somewhere?" Sean asked, trying to get more out of Ellie. "Or just...go home and rest..." He tilted his head from side to side, giving her lots of options.

[Ellie Mankelow]

"Are you wanting me to leave? Is that what all these persuasive suggestions to go home are?" She teased.

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