He's Not All Bad- Book 2

Therapist

Justin p.o.v.

Its horrible to say that I have stage fright, I actually have stage fright but that's insane. I never had stage fright to be honest. I'm a natural born performer, I perform in front of millions of fans. So what's the problem? I don't know. It's strange for me to run off of stage like that. My question is "why"?

Later that day at home Drake of course came up with a weird idea. Can you guess what it is? You won't believe it. It's crazy. Fine I'll just come out with it. He thinks that the solution to my stage fright is to see a therapist. You heard me "a therapist". Now I could guess what you're thinking Drake is nuts

Drake p.o.v.

I'm not nuts, I think the therapist idea is good for the kid. With his family gone and the blondettes gone also he's not coping well with it. In fact I think he has lost his sense for music, his touch. He needs help and I know just the girl to help him

Emily p.o.v.

The therapist idea is crazy no questions asked. I object to it. Justin may miss his family but he doesn't need to see a damn therapist. I mean when is Drake ever right? Like never, the idea is dumb and I don't like it.

Selena p.o.v.

Justy could use the help. No comment.....

Justin p.o.v.

So I'm not the only that thinks this is a bad idea but I'll give it a try. Something is wrong and I need to what it is.

Drake: You ready for this?

Me: Uhm no nothing is even wrong with me

Drake: You have stage fright

Me: Not the point here, I don't need a therapist, I don't need help this is bull...

Drake: I'm looking out for you

Me: Like this?

Drake: Yeah little brother

Selena: I think its a good idea

Emily: I don't

Selena: No one asked you

Emily: Sorry bitch but I'm entitled to my own opinion. I'm not here to please you

Selena: Drakey she called me a bitch, do something

Emily: You have got to be kidding me *looks at Justin* Do you see this?

Me: *sighs*

Drake: Girls please me and Justin fixed our differences, you two should do the same

Emily: Hell no

Selena: I hate her

Emily: I hate her too

We all know that- girls and their problems

Drake: We have to fix Justin

Me: I'm not a toy

Drake: You know what I mean, we need to get rid of your stage fright

Me: I'm fine

Drake: Oh really? Sing something

Me: *sings*

Flatline, flatline, flatline, flatline

Lately you've been busy

Wonderin' if you miss me

Why did you go against me? I just wanna know

How come you act so different?

Talk to me—I'll listen

All the love I'm givin', don't act like you don't know

I was out there on the road, life out of control

She became a victim to my busy schedule

And I know that it's not fair, that don't mean that I don't care

This one's dedicated to the girl out there

Uhm

I paused for 5 minutes trying to remember the words.

Drake: Damn Bieber

Me: Shutup I'm trying to concentrate

Drake: You forgot your lyrics

Me: I said shutup

Drake: Therapist it is

Selena: I'll get the phone *skips away*

Why are they even enjoying this? Its already bad as it

Emily: Why are you even doing this? *looks at Drake*

Drake: I'm helping him alright

Emily: More like torture him

Me: Thanks Em

Drake: I regretted being there for him when I use to be a jerk for the past few years, its time I owned up to my mistakes

Selena was back with the phone and handed it to Drake. He scheduled the appointment and was off with a smirk on his face

Drake: You have an appointment scheduled at 9am tomorrow morning

Me: I have school

Drake: You're a funny guy you know that

Me: Yeah cause swag

Drake: You can't face those students after you ran out scared

Me: I wasn't scared!!!

Drake: Whatever you say brother, you're going. I'll drive you

Me: *scoffs*

Drake: Don't worry you'll be fine in no time and back on stage

Me: *sarcastic tone* Yayyy

I can tell you this ahead of time. A trip to the therapist office was a horrible idea, a really horrible idea especially with Drake. Things couldn't get any worse......

To be continued..........