Therapy Session // zyle (zoe +kyle) fanfic ahs

Chapter 6.

SORRY GUYS ITS BEEN SO LONG AHHA. MY PHONE BROKE AND I FORGOT TO UPDATE SINCE!! HOPE U CAN FORGIVE ME AND ENJOY! XX

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Kyle and I ran as far as we could, not knowing exactly where we wanted to go. We ran until our feet couldn't run anymore, until our own thoughts couldn't keep up with our bodies.

"Let's take a break, I'm worn out," I start panting like a dog.

We collapse next to a tree by a little white bridge.

"I honestly don't know what to do," I say and lean on his shoulder.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" he shifts toward me.

I've always been a reserved person, but for some reason, I can pour out all my emotions on Kyle.

"Okay, so. I love my foster family and all, but I want to go back to the coven. But deep in my gut, I know that I should be with you. I want to - so bad - to just be with you and avoid all of this mess."

Kyle stared at the ground and back into my eyes.

"It seems like you're dealing with something deeper than that," he says.

"I need something deeper than this," I hold his hand.

My cell phone rang in my pocket. "Shit. It's Dipper."

I answered the phone and Dipper started yelling through the phone.

"WHERE THE HECK ARE YOU?" she asked.

"Sorry, me and Mr. Spencer were just doing a ..." I look at Kyle for support.

He shrugs.

"...a therapy session in the woods. It really helps when were outside," I say.

"For that long? It's been more than an hour. Just come back home, I have something to tell you." She hangs up.

She has something to tell me?

"I should really get going..." I say and get up.

"Um, let me walk with you." Kyle says and grabs my hand.

His touch is warm against my palm.

"Wow," I smile.

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When I arrive home and Kyle leaves, Dipper is sitting on the front porch frantically.

"Come inside, quick," she says.

We sit down at the kitchen table and she takes out a bunch of paperwork.

"So what is it you wanted to talk about?" I ask.

"I talked to authorities about sending you back to your coven," she says excitedly.

I get up from my seat and gasp so loud.

"Dipper, oh my gosh! I... thank you. What do we have to do??" I ask.

"They said they'd get back to me next week..." she sighs.

I feel so relieved. It's been killing me not being able to see Cordelia or the witches at the coven.

"But I'm pretty sure there's a chance that you can go back," she continues. "I told them that Mr. Spencer has been a superb therapist for you and that it's all working out very well. Is it?"

"Uh yea, definitely. I feel like a normal human being!" I fake smile.

"That's lovely," she hugs me. "We should go out to dinner to celebrate! Too late. I already made the reservations. Fancy Italian place all the way across town."

"Let's bring Lucas. I don't want him to sit at home all day with a babysitter, possibly my last week, too." I say.

"I was planning on bring him anyways! Go get ready, normal human being." She smiles.

I've never ran so fast into my room before. The smile on my face keeps getting bigger and bigger. Right away, I call Kyle.

C'mon, c'mon.

No answer.

No worries, I call him as soon as I get back from dinner.

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The three of us sit at a fancy booth at the restaurant. The lighting is very dark, almost as if they don't want us to see their crappy food.

"Can I start you off with some drinks, ladies?" the waiter asks.

"I'll have a water, please," I say.

"Give me a Corona," Dipper says.

"Beer? You're driving, remember that." I say.

"Just one. Trust me," Dipper smiles and pats my knee.

We order our food and eat it right away. I've spent all day running around in the field with Kyle; I am worn out.

"So how is Mr. Spencer doing?" Dipper asks.

"Oh, he's amazing. His very good at his job." I reply.

Out of the corner of my eye, I see Kyle sitting at a table at the far end of the restaurant. He's with a girl.

"I know! He's very qualified. A lot of his patients gave him good ratings. I was ecstatic- literally ecstatic- when I found out he was looking for a new patient!" she smiles and feeds Lucas a meatball.

A girl. She's so ugly. Okay, she's a little pretty. I thought me and Kyle were a thing? Well we're not officially dating, but we are.

"Kyle is here," I whisper. "DON'T say hi."

"Oh, he is!" She stands up to get a good view of him.

"Sit down!" I say angrily. "Who's that girl??"

"Her? I think that's one of his patients. Angela, I think. Yea. She's a pathological liar and a kleptomanic. She's got a lot of stuff goin' on in her brain," she says.

"Spencer's been workin' on her for TWO years after her old therapist dropped her. Such a shame. I just wish the whole world would be happy and mental disorders didn't exist. Just think about that!" she goes on and on.

"That's nice. Excuse me while I wash up in the washroom, thanks!" I smile and abruptly leave the table.

Fucking, fucking, fucking, fucking.

I hide behind the large plant next to the wall divider and eavesdrop.

"She's a pain in the ass," he laughs and sips his drink.

"I know what that feels like," she slips her hand under the table and feels what looks like his leg.

"Not now, Angela." Kyle whispers.

I can't stand to watch another second of this. I have to use telekinesis. I spill her wine on her red dress.

"Oh! My goodness!" she squeals. "Something knocked over my drink!"

I'm about to knock you over.

I move that bitch into the air and slam her against the cash register.

I can't get carried away, here. I enjoyed watching Angela as her embarrassment clearly took over her entire face.

I look over at Kyle and we make stern eye contact.