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XVII

•tyler•

I woke up in my cold, empty bed, in my old house.
Silence.
No slurred words.
No intoxicated screams.
I got up and put on sweat pants. I was too lazy to look for a shirt. I washed my face and stumbled down the squeaky stairs. "Good morning Tyler!" I heard my mom yell from the kitchen. "Good morning mom." I smiled and kissed her cheek, before throwing myself on the sofa. This house is starting to feel a little bit like home. "Tyler, guess What's new." She smiled, hopping in the living room. "I don't know." I shrugged. "I got a job!" She squealed and hugged me tight. "Congrats!" I smiled and kissed her again. I'm happy when she's happy.
"What's about your therapy?" She furrowed her eyebrows and i felt sick. "Mom do I have to go?" I sighed. "Tyler, you know I do that for your own good. Just go to a couple more and you can stop then." She sent me a sad smile and I nodded. "I'll get going then." I sighed and got my phone.

To: Jishwa

I'll pick you up in ten.

I took my jacket and a buzz erupted from my cell.

From: Jishwa

Okay :)

I smiled at his dorkness and left my doorway.

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"Why did you put us on therapy together?" Josh asked the old man behind the desk and he looked up front the papers. "Because we found out that we success in solving the problem by closing friendships between people that are similar."
Yeah right, friendship.
I thought slightly smirking.
"How long have you been talking, or been friends?" The man asked.
"Well..." I started but Josh cut me off. "For a month." He said coldly. "Okay and what's the status?"
He was scribbling down on the papers.
"Boyfriends." Josh smirked and the man looked up, his mouth agape.
"Boyfriends." I repeated and I could see a part of the old homophobe die.

Don't ignore me pls