fall for you (Sally Face x Reader) BOOK ONE, COMPLETE (book two continues here)

book two, chapter twenty-one: number

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(Y/N)'s P.O.V

"You ready?" I asked, squeezing Travis's hand gently, looking up at the clock that hovered above the doorframe in front of us.

Only five minutes past the appointment time but that's not usually abnormal for therapists.

He sighed, barely even shaking his head. The poor guy was shaking and almost looked like he was gonna puke all over the carpet.

A small rustling was heard from the other side of the door and then mumbled conversation was finally clearer as the door opened.

"Okay be sure to come by next week, we can talk all about what ends up happening! Have a great night!"

Another patient of the therapist about our age fumbled out fast. He had black hair that fell just past their chin and it was half pulled back with a hair tie.

They first made eye contact with me, then blinked over to Travis, holding just a bit longer than needed before they tripped over their own feet and cursed at themselves.

"Jesus fucking-"

"You do that every week Tyler, keep your eyes in front of you!" The man joked before turning his attention to us.

I looked over to Travis, worried he might just get up and book it right out of there, but strangely he seemed calm. His eyes were locked on the person that just darted out of the room and I tilted my head in confusion.

I coughed lightly, gaining his attention back but also seeing a faint tint of red flush over his cheeks.

Huh.

"(Y/N), Travis, it's so nice to finally meet you two!" He said happily. "I really appreciate the effort you've been putting into getting this whole therapy thing started. It makes my job a lot easier"

Dr. Snyder was a kind man who almost seemed too out of sorts to be a professional therapist, but I knew he was exactly what Travis needed.

The past week or so, I've been on call with about three billion therapists trying to figure out which would be best for him. But this one seemed like the absolute best option around here.

Plus we could walk if we really wanted to.

"Come in, come in!" He opened the door, welcoming us both happily.

We stood up and shuffled our way into his "office" which was more like a glorified hang-out space.

I sat in the very comfy-looking beanbag chair in the corner of the room while Travis sad on the smaller and probably less comfy chair beside it.

"Alright alright!" He shut the door and picked up a small clipboard he had sitting on a nearby desk.

"I-um... who was that? That just left?" Travis quickly asked, seeming almost suprised that he even asked the question.

"Oh my other patient? Well I technically can't tell you due to doctor-patient confidentiality and all so-"

"Tyler?" He interrupted.