TW- smut, cussing, yelling, jealousy.
Wordcount: 2,594
"Y/n!"
You groan, rolling over on your back.
"If you don't get up I'm gonna pour water on you-"
"Dude Stop, what," you whine out, opening your eyes slightly.
"Mom, Matt, and his two gremlin looking children went to lunch without bothering to tell either of us-"
"It's lunch time alright?"
"Y/n it's almost 3pm, you've been sleeping all day."
"Why didn't you wake me up!?"
"I was in a game, besides last time I tried waking you up you yelled at me, sooo..."
You groan, sitting up in bed.
"Alright I'll get ready," you mumble, rubbing your eyes.
"Okay, I'll be waiting, hurry alright?"
You nod, standing up, Justin walks out of the room and you close the door, grabbing an outfit.
You decide to pick out some flared light washed jeans with a black fitting shirt and a short sleeved white button up over that.
You put on your high top Converse and some jewelry before walking out, running your finger threw your hair before tucking it behind your ears.
"Ready," you say, still not fully awake yet.
"Okay great, let's go-"
"Can we get food first? I'm hungry-"
"Yeah no shit, you've slept all day."
"So is that a yes or..."
"Sure, yeah, taco bell?"
"We get taco bell every time," you groan, getting into the car and buckling your seat belt.
"Fine, what do you want then?"
"Not taco bell."
"Jack and a box?"
"Eh.."
"McDonald's?"
"Mmm, not really..."
"Why are you being so God damn picky-"
"I want Wendy's."
"You're fucking nasty. Wendy's is for the fucking old people."
"How dare you say that."
"Whatever, you can get fucking Wendy's, I want taco bell."
"Fine by me, oh I didn't bring my wallet by the way."
"I don't care, you're good."
"Oh, I know?"
"You know what, just because of that, I'll buy you chili."
"Jokes on you, I love the chili."
"Of course you do."
-
You both get your food and eat before he drops you off at the office, waiting outside in his car while he sits on his phone.
"Why don't you just go home?"
"Cause it's only an hour, might aswell just wait and safe gas."
"Alright, suit yourself."
You get out of the car and walk into the building.
"Appointment," the front lady asks.
"Uh- y-yes... y/n y/l/n," you say, your anxiety kicking in a little.
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They're My Problems... Not Yours.
Fanfiction*In this story, Dr. Ellie Staple is just a regular psychiatrist and has nothing to do with the clover organization.* - After your Dads passing, your mom makes you an appointment with a psychiatrist. She's noticed that your mental health has been get...
