Chase Atlantic One Shots

Listening to You

Words: 1451

Written: March 31, 2023

Summary: Mitchel develops a crush on his therapist, Dc. Anthony, and decides to act on it

I am so very sorry for being away for so long! I'm taking hella credits this semester and have been trying to focus more on myself. I hope you all are well, I've missed you guys so much!!

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Dr. Anthony rapidly types on his shiny silver laptop that sits in his lap. The black keys click with each tap from his fingers as his hands spread across the entirety of the keyboard. Letters fill the screen, one line at a time, summarizing everything Mitchel says.

"...and I know I'm probably crazy but-"

Dr. Anthony glares over the rims of his glasses as the clicking of the keyboard stops, "Crazy?"

"Oh! Right sorry. I'm not supposed to say cra- the 'c' word," Mitchel twiddles his fingers in his lap. "Anyways, it just feels like Clinton is abandoning me for his new girl toy. We used to hang out every night but now I hardly see him. He's always at her flat."

"It sounds to me like you're feeling abandoned. Betrayed even. Why is this making you so upset?"

Mitchel looks up from his lap and into the sparkly green eyes hiding behind the doctor's thin metal frames. Mitchel stares at the soft blonde locks hanging from the head of the man sitting before him. The tattoos peaking out of the sleeve of Dr. Anthony's rolled button-up shirt's sleeve excite Mitchel, almost a little too much.

"I guess..." Mitchel moves his gaze back down, trying his best to look at anything but the doctor.

The dimly lit room is small, but decorated in a way to make it seem roomy. Two chairs lay against a closet door and a bigger chair sit across from them. A large plant stands beside the doctor, its dark green leaves drooping with thirst.

Mitchel shuffles his feet against the familiar maroon carpet. He had gotten quite used to the carpet's pattern over these last few months.

"It's just sad. I miss him." a tear welds up in Mitchel's throat as he continues to talk.

"Have you tried discussing this with your brother?" Dr. Anthony closes his laptop and sets it on the small wooden table next to him.

"I... not yet."

"Why is that?"

"I don't know..." Mitchel's words trail off.

"Maybe it's another confrontation you are scared of. We've lightly discussed this in the past with the problems you've had with your parents, but never anything with your older brother. Do you think this is why you haven't talked to him about his new relationship?"

Mitchel's brain turns over what he just heard. He thought he was close to his brother. He thought he was comfortable around his brother. Maybe he wasn't. Maybe he was scared to confront him.

"Probably," Mitchel lifts his head up and looks at the doctor, "or maybe I'm jealous of him."

"Jealous?"

Mitchel stares into the eyes of the doctor, "Yes."

Dc. Anthony reaches his strong hands up to his face, grabbing the thin glasses off of his face, "Why are you jealous?"

"I want what he has. Someone who loves him. Someone who cares about him. Someone to fuck."

Mitchel's eyes trail along the doctor's body as he talks, taking in the doctor's sturdy figure. His gaze glides from the doctor's face to his crotch before Mitchel looks back up.