Recovery. (Phan)

(4) Jealous?

Right when I walked in the door of the therapy facility I saw the unnamed girl, I met two weeks ago, she was more jubilant than ever, It always amazed me how people can live in this dark horrible world filled with hatred and always find happiness in the little things. "Dan!" she got up out of her seat and hugged me tightly as if she hadn't seen me in a billion years. I giggled, her hair smelt like coconuts and her slightly tanned skin reminded me of my own mother, When we went on vacations together her skin would tan and she had this beautiful smile that could light up the room. I miss those times so much, I would kill to relive them.

"Dan! what did you do this weekend?" she continued pulling me to the empty seat next to hers. I smirked at the slightest thought of what went down at the gay bar the other night "I went to a gay bar." I said straightening my back and smiling proudly, I watched her face flicker between confusion and happiness "I didn't know you were gay!" she yelled patting my forearm, by this time everyone in the waiting room were giving us stares of confusion and irritation "Well the more you know I guess.." I shrugged. "What about you?" I asked her, a gleam in her blue eyes, "Nothing exciting... I had to go to a funeral, my best friends." she looked down at her knees and I know she was thinking about crawling into and balling up, sobbing where no one else could see. "It'll be alright, I promise." I awkwardly patted her shoulder, "It's alright, I miss her like crazy, it's so scary how people don't realize how great life is, it may not get better right away but maybe, maybe tomorrow.." there was a small tear trying to escape from her eye, her smile was soon back, mocking my awkwardness.

She quickly looked over at a girl that looked almost the same as her "That's my sister..." she point with her thumb "Bye Daniel!" she waved

"Wait I never got your name!" I yelled after her causing her to turn back

"Zoella.." she smiled and turned back, grabbing her sisters hand on their way out

Phil immediately followed after them carrying his famous clipboard "Dan." he whispered gesturing for me to follow him.

We had a comfortable silence all the way to his office "Alright.." he sat down and looked at me, "What did you do this weekend Dan? Look at any Gay-straight alliances I was telling you about?" I smirked

"No, even better, I went to a gay bar."

"Dan I-"

"It was amazing, I assumed that when you said to join a gay-straight alliance, you wanted me to meet people like myself and I did, just like you asked me to."

"Dan... going to a gay bar-"

"And I hooked up with this guy, he sucked me off, it was totally a new experience for me because-"

"Dan! I'm serious, going to a gay bar is nothing like a gay-straight alliance,Gay-straight allaninces talk about so much more, there's more to being gay then sex Daniel, you know that? and I don't need to hear about your hook-ups with other men."

"Other men?" I asked, if I were so naïve i'd think Phil was a little jealous.

Phil rested his back more into his chair "I-I don't know, forget about it...please..."

"Wanna know something, Phil?"

"What."

"All I could think about was you, the whole time and I-"

"Dan, Please.." he interrupted

"I think I like you!"

Phil immediately put his head down, staring at his notepad but writing nor saying anything, I really fucked up this time, way to start off a good ol' therapy session