"I'm Rob from across the hall and this is my roommate Lance. We were just going to get something to eat and wondered if you gus want to join up. There's a great Italian place with big portions two blocks over."
Matt was about to decline when Clint said sure, we would be happy to join you so here he was at the Italian restaurant waiting for the family style spaghetti and meatballs. He definitely wasn't hungry but if Clint was going, he didn't want to stay in his room alone. Besides, Rob and Lance seemed like good guys. Rob was stocky -- well you might call him fat. He was quite a talker and Matt knew most of his life story just from the walk over to the restaurant. He called himself a recovering jock. After a concussion in his final high school football game, he had sworn off athletics and dedicated himself to good living. He told his new friends that he was up 50 pounds from playing weight last year and looking forward to the Freshman 15. Lance had been his friend from kindergarten and was about the same height but at least 100 lighter. He had gone out for sports but was just never able to build the muscle necessary to make first string.
Clint had drawn these stories from their new friends and by the time the food started coming they all felt like family.
"Eat up." the waitress loaded the table with a huge familly style platter of spaghetti and meatballs. There was a big bowl of salad, baskets of garlic bread. Let me know if you want more of anything."
Clint was already packing the food away. Matt couldn't believe he could still be hungry. Matt took small portions and picked at the food while Rob and Clint ate with gusto.
"No wonder you're so skinny." Rob teased Lance. "You don't eat enough."
"I'm afraid to get between you and the food." Lance retorted.
"Seriously, Lance." Rob paused and looked his friend in the eye. "You said you were going to go on a wieght training program and build some muscle. You can't do that without giving you body some fuel. You need to up your intake." Rob motioned to the waitress, indicating the spaghetti platter. "Bring us some more spaghetti, please and another basket of garlic bread too."
When the food came, he dished a generous mound on Lance's plate. "Now clean that all up," he told Lance while he dished up a massive portion on his own plate.
The boys managed three big platters of spaghetti but it was mostly Rob and Clint. On the walk back to the dorm, Matt had a chance to talk to Lance while Clint and Rob argued about who could eat the most.
"Lance," Matt asked.
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