Therapy [✔]

Chapter Three: Diaries

POV from Jordyn

Someone was at the door. I put down the guitar and Ben smiled at me, putting it down too. I went to go answer it. There was Sam, my dad's other client. He smiled at me and nodded once. 

"Jordyn, how are you?" 

"Good," I hugged him and stepped aside so he could come in. "How about you?" 

"Same." Sam said, his eyes traveling to Ben. "Ready to go, mate?" 

Ben nodded and pulled me into a hug. "Bye, Jordyn. Thanks for playing with me." 

I smiled at him and hugged him back. 

"Yep. Thanks for playing with me." 

He pecked my cheek and I blushed. "See you next week?" he asked carefully. I smiled. 

"Sure." 

"And can I ask you on a date after my session?" Ben mumbled, blushing and looking at his hands. I blushed, my heart thudding fast. Did he seriously just ask me out on a date. Sam's eyes watched as we interacted with each other. I bit my lip. 

"Yeah." I giggled. Shit...I giggled. I covered my mouth. "I mean, sure. I'll go on a date with you." 

Ben smiled at me, making my heart jump. "Great. Let me grab your number." 

Now it was my turn to blush. "I...uh...I don't have a phone." I muttered, avoiding eye contact. Ben's eyes widened. 

"Oh. Okay. Erm, land line?" He snickered. I rolled my eyes. 

"Yeah. Let me see your phone." He handed it over and I typed in the landline number and handed it over, putting it under the name of: The Shrink's Daughter. 

Ben chuckled when he saw the contact. 

"Great. I'll call you some time." 

"Great." 

Sam grabbed Ben's arm and pulled him out of the house, waving to me. I smiled after him and shut the door. I leaned against it and turned to my dad. 

"Today is gonna be the day that they're gonna throw it back to you!" I sang happily, dancing around, grabbing my dad's hands. "By now, you should have some how realized what you've gotta do! I don't believe that anybody, feels the way I do about you now!" 

My dad chuckled and spun me around. "what's got you happy?" he questioned, dancing along with me. 

I blushed. "Ben asked me out on a date." 

My dad dropped my hands. "I know I have to keep everything confidential..." My dad started. "But, he's a ladies man. He'll break your heart. I don't want that for you," 

"Daaaad." I laughed, rolling my eyes. "It's just a date." 

My dad frowned slightly. "I just want you to be careful." he told me, taking my hands again. I giggled. 

"Dad, I'll be fine. Stop worrying so much." 

He rolled his eyes and spun me around, holding me close to him. "It's my job." 

I grinned and pulled away. "I'm gonna go to bed. Okay?" He nodded and shoved his glasses up the bridge of his nose. 

"Goodnight." he said, nodding curtly to me, before going back to his office. I sighed. He was never the same since Mom died. She died in a car accident, the night before Christmas. I drew my arms closer to my body and shook my head. I missed her like hell. 

I walked slowly up the stairs and into my room. I sat in the corner and pulled out my diary. Yeah, I kept a diary. Was that wrong? I was a teenaged girl who had a lot of problems. Anyways, my dad suggested that I started a journal. Actually, he suggested it to Alex Gaskarth when he was going through therapy with my father. I just took the idea. 

I met a guy named Ben Bruce. The Ben Bruce asked me out on a date. I think this is progress. Next week after his session, we were going on a date. I think. How old is he anyways?

I leaned back into the wall and rubbed my neck. God, how old was Ben? He seemed young...I could probably google him, or something. But that's creepy, right? Googling some guy who asked me on a date? Well, he wasn't just a guy, he's the guitarist for Asking Alexandria, but did that make it less creepy? Anyways, I was of age, not that we'd have sex. Just I'm not illegal if we did-

I cut off my own thoughts and turned back to my journal. 

Well, let's hope he's not 38 and just ages really well. I really like this one.

I smiled and shoved the journal into my backpack. School was tomorrow, and I needed a good night's rest, but I couldn't sleep. I changed into my PJs and put my hair in a bun and began to read my diary from the very beginning. It was a good distraction and it helped me get my mind off of the question of how old Ben was. 

A/N Short chapter and really shitty. Sorry :( I'll try better next time...vote, comment...make my day. ;) please?