undo// 5SOS

49

Maya

Therapy had been a bit tough.

I had woken up feeling crap, so Michael had decided to see if he could get me an emergency appointment- and it had been tough.

I was proud of myself for my school work, and even though I kept it secret for now, I was proud of myself for looking out for both Finn and I. Lately I had some achievements that were important to me, even if they seemed a bit silly, so I guessed it sucked a little that therapy was hard.

Like, I knew that was kinda the point sometimes, but I'd actually had a good day (despite waking up feeling crap) and now I wanted to curl up in my covers and cry myself to sleep. It wasn't necessarily in a bad way, but sometimes therapy was a lot for me, especially now that everything had happened recently.

Michael seemed to notice my mood, and followed me to my room when we got home, quietly shutting my bedroom door as I sat down. He sat beside me and put his arm round me, then squeezed me tightly as I teared up.

"Tough session?"

"Yeah,"

"They suck the most but help the most,"

"I know," I said, drying my cheeks, "I'm gonna call Finn,"

"Okay sweetheart, I'm here for cuddles, I love you so much,"

"Thank you,"

He kissed the top of my head, then left, shutting my door again when he did. I crawled under my covers, then called Finn, as all I could think about was calling him.

That was a bad sign.
Me signing up for dates was a bad sign.
I was probably being stupid but Michael made it seem okay for me to make mistakes.

He picked up the call with a grin and put it down on his desk which meant I could see his room. It was so lame. Videos games, sci fi posters- so lame, like me.

"Hey,"

"Hi,"

"You good?"

"I just had a hard therapy session and I just, I wanted to call you," I mumbled.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No,"

"Okay. Wanna hear about the game? We have tons to write for the mailer, I sorted my notes out earlier,"

"Sure,"

"It was so cool. Ellen got such good photos and shes gonna edit them for us and stuff, she's good at that. Her mum dropped us off, and we got to be at the front cos Miss reserved us seats so I got to watch front row," he said, his dimples showing as he raved on, "And we won. We almost didn't so thats kinda cool to write about, but we did win,"

"That does sound pretty cool,"

"You should come over and we can write it,"

"I'll see how I feel. I feel pretty shitty right now,"

"That's cool. We always have lunchtime too. I can't wait to see Ellen's photos,"

"You really like football huh?"

"I used to play it. I was so good at it, not to flex. I used to have loads of trophies,"

"How come you don't hang out with all the guys that play?"

"I dunno, you guys are better anyway,"

"Obviously,"

I smiled, but we fell into silence, and he tilted his head to the side as he looked at me.