Disorderly Conduct

Constant

We were sitting on the uncomfortably soft couch in Debby's office; David had insisted on coming to our meeting for what he called moral support. My head was in his lap and I was staring up at the plainly colored ceiling. "So I was thinking," Debby said, getting my attention, "maybe you should start taking Cozaril again. You can start working on getting your life track," she suggested. I sat up. "What," I demanded. "You're going to be graduating high school soon, and I'm sure you'd like to start college without an imaginary friend," she pointed out. I sighed. She was right, but I didn't want to just send David away. "She does have a point. Those art colleges we've been looking at are gonna want someone a little more mentally stable," David added. "Ok, I'll do it," I gave in. Maybe it was time to grow up from childish things.

When we got back to my house my mom was out, and my David didn't seem to be around either. David fell back on my bed, and smiled up at me. I stuck my tongue out, and fell back beside him. He turned on his side to look at me. "You're beautiful," he sighed. I looked at him and smiled as I felt my face flush. Then, he touched his lips to mine. He was slow at first, unsure if he'd made the right decision, but once he knew he had he began to deepen it. My body felt as if it were going to burst into flames from the feel of his lips as they caressed my own. I put my arms around his neck to pull us closer together; it felt as if I needed to be as close to him as humanly possible.

Our lips disconnected, but our foreheads rested on each other while we panted to catch our breath. "You're so perfect," he whispered. I felt tears gather at the edge of my lashes, and I turned my head. The moment was perfect I could only think of my David, and how much it hurt to think of him leaving me. " I can't do this," I sobbed as I sat up. "What's wrong," David sat up beside me and asked. "I love David, and I can't just throw him away like this," I pleaded. "I'm sure he'll understand that you need to move on," he replied taking my hands in his. "You sound just like my mother! I thought you understood me better, but you were just saying whatever you could to make my problem go away," I snarled at him. He looked out of the window and sighed.

I stood, and crossed my arms. "You need to leave," I said to him. "I think you're-," "Go," I interrupted. He walked out of my room, and when I heard the front door click I collapsed onto my bed. I curled up, and closed my eyes. Before I drifted to sleep, I felt the warm presence of my David surround me. The only constant in my life was this feeling of comfort whenever I was sad; I welcomed it.

A/n

I'm back from the dead! I had such bad writer's block then I was sick with strep throat(it was gross), and after that the block came back so yeah. Also, this is shorter than usual cause of the writer's block. Sorry!