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

Chapter 7.

Kyle's eyes pierce through mine as the entire room circles around me.

I could teleport, but there is too many eyes on me.

I sprint back to Dipper's booth and quickly slouch on the inside, so nobody can see my head peeking up.

"Is everything okay?" she asks confusedly.

"Yea, everything's fine. I just ... feel sick from this food." I actually feel like throwing up.

Kyle appears before the table, and shakes Dipper's hand.

"Hello, miss! I didn't expect to see either of you guys here!" he says sacastically and waves to Lucas in his booster. "Zoe, can we talk for a second?"

Shit. I think we're over with.

He leads me outside the restaurant and we sit on the bench near the front door.

"I saw that, you know. A glass can't just knock itself over," he says seriously.

"I know... I'm so sorry. I hope that dress wasn't expensive," I say to relieve the tension.

"You can't use your powers to cause harm. You know that, right?" he asks.

"Of course I do. It's just... well, Angela's really pretty. Dipper told me all about her, how she's your patient," I say honestly.

"She's just a patient and nothing more. We went to a celebratory dinner because her last session was yesterday. You should know that you're the only one in my life that I care deeply for," he smiles.

"I care deeply for you, too," I say. "Sorry, I just have really bad trust issues."

"It's not a problem. We're all human, we all have our worries. But from now on, let's trust eachother. Okay?" he wraps his arm around me.

"Yes. I'll try. I mean, I promise." I laugh and we get up from the bench.

"I'll see you in a few days at your house. I have something for you." he says and enters the restaurant.

I don't appreciate him enough. :)

Dipper and Lucas come outside and interrupts my thoughts.

"C'mon, girly. We're gonna go now," Dipper pulls my arm toward the car. "What did Kyle say?"

"Nothing, just... therapy stuff," I smile from cheek to cheek.

"Zoe, you can tell me stuff. I'm a mother - I know everything," she deviously smirks.

We sit in the car and speed out of the parking lot.

"You know, I was in love when I was your age. I had a huge crush on a boy in my English class. We were forced partners because neither of us knew anybody else in the class. He was very different from me, but somehow, he managed to take a bit of my heart," she tells me.

"That's so cute," I awe.

"I know! You don't have to keep anything from me - I was your age once. I know everything about the teenage mind."

I feel like Dipper and I have a closer bond after this conversation. Lately, I've been pushing her away and not opening up to her as I should be, as she is my only guardian at the moment.

"Thanks for the dinner, Dipper," I smile and hug her.

"You're gonna make me crash!" she says, but smiles back at me.

"Okay, so... I'll tell you about Mr. Spencer. Or Kyle. Or my boyfriend," I say softly and wait for her reaction.

"I knew it!" she jokingly hits the steering wheel. "You guys are so cute."

"Thanks," I say.

My phone vibrates in my back pocket. I take it out, and Kyle's name appears on screen.

"Hello?" I say.

"Hey babe. How was your ride home?" he asks.

"I'm actually still in the car. I'll... call you later," I say and quickly hang up.

"Wow. Who was that?" Dipper asks.

"Just Kyle."

I don't know what got into me. Somehow, the image of Kyle and that girl he was with at the restaurant slipped into my mind. I can't just let that go. Ugh. Why do I have to be the jealous type?

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I lay down beneath my thick wool sheets and dial Kyle's number.

He doesn't pick up, so I leave a voicemail.

"Hey Kyle. It's me again. I just wanted to know if you'd like to hangout today? I don't know, I feel like we need to really do something. Something fun. Like go to McDonalds and get $1 ice cream cones. Or explore the forest outside of your house. Or just sit in my basement and watch sad movies so I'll have an excuse to cuddle with you. Please call me back, love you."

This week has been so long.

But, I wonder how my YouTube video has been doing. I only posted one, and that's the reason why I got taken away.

The video has a lot more views than I had recalled. And all the comments are hate messages.

This video ruined my life. I was so fucking stupid as to think that people would like me better if I had these cool magical powers.

I want to delete it, but I think of Kyle. Kyle Spencer, my crazy, stupid therapist whom I love with all my heart. This video is the reason why I met him.

Kyle knocks at my door and smiles.

"I'm ready to go on an adventure with my love," he says.