After a few minutes Jason saw Travis approach, and noted that his good friend once again seems to have new clothes. Travis always seemed to be sporting new threads on his short, trimly muscled gymnast's body. Jason, naturally big and beefy and a touch rumpled because of it, had always admired how Travis’ clothes seemed to hang perfectly on his body, no matter why he did. Despite their physical differences though, Travis and Jason had a lot in common - not the least of which was a love of food. Travis, though, never ate as much as Jason, and his gymnast’s body came with a high metabolism that burnt off every calorie Travis ate.
“Looking good as always,” Jason says to Travis.
“While you, my good friend, are looking fatter than ever!” replied Travis with a note of approval in his voice, and patting Jason’s inflated gut with one hand. “Frat life obviously agrees with you - but you need new pants!”
“Yeah, I guess I do,” replied Travis.
“You want a hand with that?” said Travis. “I know a little bit about buying clothes...”
“Yeah, but for fat guys?” replied Jason.
“Oh, is that what you’re calling yourself now?” said Travis. “Yeah, you’d be surprised what I know about buying clothes. So, new jeans and then a movie?” he continues. “Or should we hit a buffet after the clothes?.”
“What?” replied Jason, slightly shocked. He and Travis used to go out to eat after movies, but Travis never suggested food so directly before.
“Hey, we’re friends, I can be blunt,” replied Travis. “I can see that you’re eating more than ever before - you’ve gained, what, ten pounds, 15 pounds since the last time I saw you? Anyway, it looks good on you, except for the pants thing, and knowing you as I do, you probably expect to gain some more. I know that I’m trying to put on weight - I want to get stronger, go up a weight class for wrestling, but you know me, I can hardly gain an ounce - so I thought if we both went out to eat it’d be a good thing. Or are you trying to tell me you want to lose weight?”
“No exactly,” said Jason.
“So let’s go get you some great jeans and then pig out - there aren’t any good movies on now anyway.”
Jason, suddenly making up his mind about being bigger, agreed enthusiastically. “Sounds good!” As he got up off the frat house porch, the old wooden floor groaned.
“Hey, you really are putting on weight!” remarked Travis affirmatively.
Jason dismissed this. “Oh, it does that for everybody.”
“First to the Blue Jeans outlet,” said Travis as they walk along the sidewalk through the night air, “then to the Buffet Palace. Can I ask you something?” he continued after a minute.
“Sure,” replied Jason.
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