His Assistant [Milo Manheim]

What Best Friends Are For

Carson

"I don't know what to do!" Carson practically screamed into her pillow as her best friend, Hailey continued to pour wine into their glasses. Normally their schedules conflicted but not today because today she called in for the first time ever.

Yeah she pulled a sick day just to get out of seeing Milo after yesterday's little slip up.

I mean technically she was sick.. Sick in the fucking head for wanting her boss like that! Like what the fuck. Her legs kicked her couch as she threw another tantrum.

Hailey took a large gulp of wine as she realized how completely in the thick of it her friend was. She had never seen Carson this wrapped up on someone before.

"Okay let's start from the beginning... How did I not know you two bumped uglies in the first place?!" Lifting her head, Carson glared at Hailey before accepting the full glass of red wine.
"Because I was embarrassed that I drunkenly hooked up with the idiot in the first place!" She fumed, her lips pulling into a frown as she said the word idiot.
Months ago she was calling him much worse every minute of the day. Now she felt bad for calling him an idiot?

No.. you don't like him! You absolutely cannot even go there ! Being obsessed with his dick is one thing, having actual feelings for him? Significantly worse! Abort! Abort!

"...so.. he's like good then?" A knowing smirk played on Hailey's lips as she stifled a laugh. Sighing I took a huge gulp of wine, nodding as I set the glass down on my coffee table.

"...So good." My cheeks flushed as I admitted it out loud. "Like best I've ever had, good."
"Oh shit." Hailey choked on her drink, patting her face with napkin as she realized I was being completely honest.
"Your in too deep Car.."
"I know!" I reached for my glass yet again, I should've just grabbed a bottle for myself at this point. "Like what can I do?! Milo and I can't keep doing this .. I can't tell Camryn.. I can't just quit!"

"Maybe.. maybe it's just because you haven't had like a good dick appointment in a while.." Hailey tried reasoning, standing up as she got an idea. "Let's go clubbing tonight! I'll call out.. We will get you a real man that you don't work for that will make you forget all about that Rizzy little fuck.." Carson couldn't help but laugh as Hailey per usual tried her best to cheer her up. Her phone pinging made her breath catch. Milo hadn't said anything but feel better when she had texted him this morning saying she wasn't feeling well and thought it was best she work from home today.

However much to her surprise, it was a text from Gavin. He still had a training session with Milo today.

Hey Milo told me you weren't feeling well, need me to make a soup run?

They had texted every now and then since there date. She thought it was weird how he hadn't really taken an initiative to ask her out on another date even though after their first he insisted they needed to do this again, that it was fun.

That's so sweet! Honestly I just needed a mental health day, feeling much better.

Oh good! Um if your feeling up to it, would you want to maybe see a movie tonight?

"Gavin? As in personal trainer hunky Gavin?" Hailey peered over my shoulder as I continued to text him. "I just love how you told me all about him but not Milo with the Midas touch.."

"Hailey!" Slapping her in the shoulder, I deleted my reply suddenly as I had a better idea.

"..I'm going to invite him for drinks tonight.."
"Even better! Like he definitely has to know what he's doing with his hands.. and muscles.." Wiggling her eyebrows suggestively, Carson snorted at her best friend before typing out a new message.

I'm actually hanging out with a friend tonight but we were going to a bar for drinks, would you wanna meet up there?

Yeah that sounds great!

Also if it's not too forward..
I have a friend that's single..

"Yeah I like him already." Hailey confirmed before jumping off the couch.

Bring him!

"We're going to get fucked up." Hailey sang, clinking glasses with me. I laughed but as I sat there drinking wine and talking about the men we would try and bring home tonight..

I felt awful.

Milo

"So...how does this work exactly?" The therapist looked at me with a smile, I had felt like I was under a microscope from the second I walked into the room. Wiping my hands repeatedly against my jeans in attempt to calm down.

"Well, it starts with us talking about you and seeing if we can get to the bottom of what's bothering you.." He gave me a kind smile, a pen in his hand patiently resting on the note pad.

"What do we talk about?"

"Anything you want, how your feeling, if something's bothering you more than usual?"

I knew what was wrong with me but how could I tell him that? I felt like a failure, I was a failure. I hadn't had any success getting any roles and would never live up to my mother. My friends wanted me back in their lives so desperately but it was exhausting to pretend that I was okay or even the same old Milo. The one that they liked.

And I was stupidly in love with a woman I couldn't have, who didn't want me, who would never want me..
Why would anyone want me?

Jim, the therapist adjusted in his chair. Folding his hands together before turning to me.

"Let's try this.. How do you feel about yourself Milo?"

"...honestly?" I wasn't sure if I should say it. I was afraid that anything I could say would get me evaluated in a psych ward but looking at the shit ton of inspirational posters around his office about digging deep and being true to yourself forced me to look back at him. Determination began to form in my chest. Tears began to sting my eyes as my lips began to move. The honesty in my own words hurt. "I hate myself."