Secrets ➸ Misaac

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OKAY SO I WAS ORIGINALLY LOOKING FOR A PICTURE TO REPRESENT MISAAC LATER BUT THIS IS SO MUCH BETTER HAHAHAHA

Also I'm questioning my life choices right now and I'm gonna mention this again at the end just in case you lions don't read these but you should.

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"Isaac Frye?" a lady walked into the waiting room, her hair looked like she bleached it so it was a whitish blonde. Brown eyes and freckles covered her pale skin and she looked like she was in her early twenties.

He waved shyly and stood up, she smiled at him and lead him to a room all the way down a long hall. The room was big and had black walls, a white carpet and couches. There was a rack of things to draw with and on the table in the middle of the couches was a notepad and pen.

"Get comfortable sweetie I don't want you all anxious okay?" She smiled.

"O-Okay, th-thanks." He stuttered, going over to one of he couches and sitting down. He tried to calm himself down a bit, closing his eyes and imagined Michael's voice.

Telling him its going to be okay, its just an hour and a half and right after he's picking him up.

He nodded, as if Michael was actually there and reopened his eyes and took in a deep breath.

Lets do this, he thinks, I can do this.

He looked up at the girl as she walked over and sat in the couch in front of him on the other side of the glass table.

"Okay Isaac, so today is just going to get to know each other okay?" She smiled and he nodded.

"Okay, you want to go first or do you want me to go first?" She suggested, he hated going first. In anything he hated it.

He couldn't get his voice to function so he just shook his head.

"Okay, I'm Dr. Hart. But my first name is Vicky. I'm in my early thirty's and I help kids or teenagers from ages eleven to twenty from being traumatized to any kinds or forms of depression, I'm married to my wife Kendall and I love to draw."

He smiled when she mentioned her wife, it made him feel a bit better about himself.

"U-Uh well you already k-know my name so... I'm eighteen a-and I have three older siblings... I-I uh guess I'm g-good at drawing and I-I like boybands and uh v-video games.." He tried to think of more when he suddenly realized one of his talents.

"I've been in multiple Rubik's Cube competitions, I-I like to put on m-make up sometimes- very little but just e-enough to make me f-feel less i-insecure..." He admitted shyly, pulling his sleeves over his hands making his sweater show off his collarbones.

"You're beautiful honey you shouldn't feel so insecure; you taken sweetie? Single?"

He didn't know how to respond, Michael and him are with each other now right? They didn't really confirm it.

"I-I think I'm taken?"

"You think?" She tilted her head a bit and he swallowed. Its okay, he imagined Michael's voice again.

"I-It happened really r-recently.... L-Like a few hours ago recently... Its a long story..." He shook his head.

"What's his/her's name?" She asked. He took in another breath and forced the words out.

"H-His name i-is Michael." He answered, blushing fiercely. It was really hard for him to actually state it was a boy, he didn't know why.