"You wouldn't keep a secret from me would you?"
Six best friends living in one home is a lot. Especially when they may or may not have feelings for the others. So what happens when they start hiding things behind each other's back?
Secrets sometimes...
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Everyone needs somebody they can share things with. That someone may be judgy or unresponsive, but it's perfect for someone, and just what they need. It can even be small things, like what you've been doing lately, or what TV shows you watch.
Find that person for yourself. It'll make you so much happier, or at least less burdened, to get things off your chest.
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"Xander, Axel, let's go!" Dusk called from the front.
Xander groaned from where he lay on the couch. His glasses were somewhere beneath him, but he didn't feel like getting up. "I don't want to go."
"Baby, you promised. Get your shoes on." Dusk walked in, and sighed when he saw Xander.
"But he's so mean." He wasn't, but the hybrid would use any excuse to complain. He rolled over to look at Dusk, sticking his lip out. "Do I have to?"
"You said you liked him last time."
"Well--yeah, but--"
"Xander, we've got to go, okay?"
He pouted, but got up, and slid his glasses on. Still wanting to be stubborn, he crossed his arms. "Can you get me donuts?"
"No. Be a good boy and go get in the car."
He obeyed with a pout, and Dusk watched him go, lips twitching into a smile. While Xander had never technically confirmed it, Dusk knew the hybrid liked being praised.
In the car, Xander was suddenly full of energy, and told Dusk all about a book he was reading--or listening too, he liked it better than sitting still and reading a book--and Dusk listened, smiling at how happy and cheerful he was.
Xander didn't really have a problem with his therapist. Callas' methods were effective, and Xander trusted him a lot. But he was stubborn, and didn't like having to go--he wasn't a fan of long car rides--so he always put up a fuss.
Callas Stone was a simple, calm man. Outside of work, Xander had no idea what he did, but liked to imagine he was a hardcore dominant that got off on making people talk about their feelings, or, alternately, he was lonely and had a bunch of cats.
He knew the former wasn't likely, but it infuriated him to no end when Callas asked, simply to make Xander fume, "how does that make you feel?"
"Hi, Xander." Callas said, smiling kindly at the hybrid when he stalked into the room. The room Xander liked, because it was more childish than he should have enjoyed at his age. There was a small table that held sand in it, and cubicles filled with all kinds of toys he could play with.
First, though, he had to sit. He chose the chair that matched Callas', and crossed his arms.
Callas was more than used to the treatment by now, and unwrapped the bagel he was going to have for breakfast. Xander watched as he spread jelly over the top of it, neat and precise as always.
