Super Rich Kids (BoyxBoy)

Chapter 15: Pills Paint Pleasure

Fun fact: I was inspired to write this story because I was tired of being called a rich kid and all the stereotypes. So I tried to put together a story that showed off all the different kinds of wealthy people. Not all rich kids are the same. ;)
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"So yeah... now I'm being forced to leave because my father is a greedy fucking ass-"

"Language, Alexander." Dr. Murphy scolded, causing me to roll my eyes.

"Don't act like you're not used to my... choice words just because I haven't been around for a week." I crossed my ankles tempted to throw my feet up on my therapist's desk, but something told me he wasn't in the mood for my antics right now. "I still think it's unfair."

"Life isn't fair..."

"No, life is fair. Life is very fair and very giving; it's the people in it that aren't fair. Life didn't shove this in my face and try to fuck with my relationship. A person did, my own father. I was given a choice, it should have been my say, but instead I'm being forced into a predicament that is thoroughly unnecessary. And I'm not about to blame life for the shit I'm in." I scoffed lightly, my head pounding from a stress induced migraine. "That's what cowards do Doc... I'm not about that." He watched me shake my head lightly.

"So not even a part of you is excited to leave?"

"Of course there's a part of me excited to leave! A few months ago I would have been on that plane without a second thought."

"What changed?"

"I changed.... People changed... people changed me."

"Care to explain?" He asked, probably knowing that I wouldn't continue to speak if he didn't pry.

"It means that now I have a reason to stay."

"A reason? Only one?"

"Only one."

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I knocked on the door twice, checking my cell phone for the fifth time to see if maybe Foz had responded to my text. It was still unread, which was unlike him. He was addicted to his phone, which means he is either ignoring me or his phone is not in his immediate proximity. I waited by the door for another three minutes, knocking again but gaining no response.

I was just about to leave, figuring maybe he was at a photo shoot, but then I heard a clatter from the inside of the hotel suite. I pounded my fist on the door three more times, impatient and slightly annoyed that he was in there and not letting me inside.

"Who is it?" A deep voice, that wasn't Foster's called through the door.

"Room service!" I called back sarcastically, letting out an exasperated sigh. "No, who the hell else comes here besides me? Open up Hudson, I need to see Foz!" the door cracked open, revealing the face of the dark haired man that I had quickly grown to dislike.

"Can I help you?" He spat, not letting me past the door.

"Uhm yeah, let me see my best friend. I'm feeling the loss of his shitty puns and quirky sarcasm." I tried to push past him, but evidently he is taller than me, and for a businessman he looks like he spends too much time in the gym.

"Now isn't a good time... uh, Adam? He is sick, come back another time." My brow twitched in irritation.

"No, he isn't." He glared at me, but I wasn't intimidated by him in the least. "If he was sick, he would have texted me so we could have our 'emergency my best friend is sick day' and we would be watching Cartoon Network and eating cheap ice cream. But evidently we aren't currently doing that so let me through." He rubbed his face in agitation, not bothering to hold the door. I saw my opportunity and pushed the door open, side stepping him and walking through the quiet hotel.