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Anxiety

"Scotty... do we have to?" Mitch asked as we walked into the office. I stopped and looked down at him.

"Yes, Mitch. We have to get this settled out. You can sing in front of stadiums, but you're afraid to ask questions during rehearsal." He squeazed my hand even harder than before as we neared the reseptionist.

"Hi." I said quietly as I signed Mitch in.

"Hello! So, Mitchell Grassi. Correct?" Mitch nodded and the lady, who apparently was named Jamie, smiled. "Uh... Dr. Waltz?"

Mitch did nothing to communicate and instead looked up at me. I sighed, "Yes. That's correct."

"Okay! You two can go take a seat. A nurse will be with you shortly." I nodded and Mitch and I walked to a set of chairs.

"You need to try and get over that. I'm not your mom, Mitch." I watched as he picked at his finger nails and sighed.

"Its not that easy, Scott. I can't just 'get over it'. Anxiety is a serious thing. You know that too." I looked around the small waiting room. About seven other people were it here other than us.

"I know its serious, but one question: How can you sing in front of hundreds of people, but can't ask questions." He looked up from the assault he was putting on his nails.

"I'm in a type of mode during shows. I know that those people like me, but in public they could hate me. For a number of reasons. So... I stay quiet." A shorter lady walked out with a clipboard and began scanning over us.

"Mitchell?" She called out. A few people glanced up hoping it was them before getting back to their phones or magazines. Mitch stood slowly with my hand still in his.

"Uh, sir?" The lady asked me. I gave her my attention and she continued, " What's your relationship with Mr. Grassi?"

"I'm his boyfriend." The lady gave us an uneasy look and nodded before motioning us to follow her.

"So... you're... gay?" She asked. Mitch and I shared the same confused look before Mitch spoke.

"Yes. We are. Is there a problem?" She looked taken back at Mitch's voice.

"Well, for me, yes. For the office, no." I was about to say something when Mitch stepped closer to the woman.

"Well, I'm glad the office doesn't care I like it up the ass. You'll have to get over it. I'm here for an appointment, not to make friends. Now, if you would kindly let us get this over with, I'd greatly appreciate it." She went wide-eyed and nodded.

"Okay then."

----Afterwards----

"Uh, Mitch? What was... that? What happened there?" He looked back at me and smiled.

"Stood up for myself, Scottney. I know its rare, but I got a little sick of it." I smiled at him when he turned back around and got in the car.

"That lady was annoying anyways. Like, why does it matter? I honestly said 'I'm his boyfriend' and she flipped shit." He laughed, looking at me from the passenger seat.

"Eh, people have that habit. Now, let's go home. I wanna cuddle and watch Spongebob." I laughed quietly and continued driving.

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Well would ya look at that?

Guess who saw something like this go down in a doctors office? *raises hand* This girl right here.

It was friggen intense as hell too. The guy at the office was funnier though. He was like "Yeah. And you're... straight?" *insert over-exagerated gasp there* A few people started laughing really hard. Like me.

So, yeah.

Lov y'all! Stay fcute!