*shorter chapter*
CHRISTOPHER'S POV:
"Well, Christopher, you've improved heavily. i'm very proud of you." Dr. Connors smiles kindly.
"well, i sure hope so, otherwise someone's not doing their job." i joke. she doesn't laugh. oh well. there's always next time.
"alright, well, i'll see you next week. have a nice rest of your weekend hun." she says as she picks up my paperwork and neatly puts it away back in her filing cabinet.
"you too doc." i nod, swiftly exiting the room and begin my walk down the busy hallway.
therapy was my least favorite part of the week.
every. single. week. i'm forced to talk about my feelings.
well, fuck feelings.
i don't even want to be here.
but if i have to be, might as well make the most out of it.
i'm snapped out of my thoughts by a voice i'm all too familiar with. Ollie. I look up to see her talking to a girl i've never seen before.
"hey Ollie." i wave. we see each-other a lot considering she's best friends with my girlfr- well.. let's not put labels on anything just yet.
"Hi Chris." Olympia smiles.
"who's this?" i asks, noticing the short, blonde, next to her & raising an eyebrow
"this is my friend Stella." Olympia says, gesturing towards her. "Elle." she corrects. "right, sorry Elle" she says apologetically.
"are you new? I've never seen you around here" i ask. "I could ask you the same thing" she retorts, but slightly smiles directly after the words escape her mouth. "to answer your question, no she's not new, she's..here quite a lot" Olympia explains. "Oh? Really, i'm-" I begins to reply, but am cut off. "STELLA! Is that really you?" I hear a familiar voice shout. Within a few short moments, Emma appears beside me, wrapping an arm around my torso. "Emma, hey! We were just looking for you" Olympia says politely. "well, Stella. I see you've met Chris" Emma says with an obviously forced smile, ignoring Olympia'a comment. "Elle." Stella corrects her under her breath. "Well, it's nice to have you back, Elle, maybe we'll catch up later. Let's go Chris" Emma let's out a fake giggle, then rolls her eyes, while grabbing my arm and pulling me along with her. "Hey, Elle!" I shout as Emma pulls me along, causing stella to look back at me, a confused expression plastered on her face.
"I'll see you around? " i question, with a smile. she looks at her feet, then back at me, before nodding her head and responding "See you around."
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STELLA'S POV:
"okay by 'see you around' this is not what i meant" Chris says, letting out an airy laugh from the seat beside me. The time was 4:30pm, which was group therapy. Stella had no clue who to expect this time around, since the groups are constantly changing and she had been home for a while, but Chris definitely wasn't one of them.
"yeah. haha." i force a smile.
It's not that i don't like Chris. He actually seems sweet.
i just don't have the best track record. i'll spare the absolutely devastatingly tragic details for now but, boys + and me...? it doesn't seem to ever end well. .
"so, you're not new here, you're friends with ollie and emma... yet i've never met you before." Chris begins to speak after a few moments of silence as we wait for the rest of the patients to arrive.
patients. i hate the word.
it makes me think of prisoners.
aren't we sort of like prisoners here?
no. prisoners don't normally enjoy prison.
I snap myself back to reality "yeah, like i said before, i could say the same thing about you.." I speak slowly. trying to be careful with what I say. i mean, i barely know the guy.
"that's very true stelly." chris smirks, almost as if he wants to get under my skin.
"please don't ever call me that again." i can't help but chuckle.
"but you like it?"
"no, i really don't."
"oh but i think you"-
chris is cut off by the group leader of the day.
a group leader is picked randomly every day to 'keep it new'.
"alright everyone who would like to begin?"
a girl i've seen in plenty of previous group sessions says with a smile.
Chris and I look at each-other for a moment,
"i hate stelly." I state plainly.
"whatever you say." he smiles. "stelly."
"i hate you." I groan.
"whatever you say" he repeats.
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a/n:
ahhh!! wait i actually kind of like where this is going??? this is my first sturniolo fanfic, and to be honest, this story has been sitting in my drafts for A LONG TIME, just collecting dust. it's changed more times that i could even count.. and even if nobody reads it, i'm very proud of this story and what it has in store. <3
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