The book with way too many clichés ✔

the cornucopia of couples therapy

Upon entering the couples therapy with lachlan it was obvious that we had arrived after everyone else and that couples therapying was about to start.

The couples were all in a huddled mess as they made their way toward chairs to sit in.

"Shit" lachlan and I cursed at each other. We then quickly ran amongst the crowd, angrily pushing people out of the way to sit on seats next to each other. The other couples then realised that shit was getting real and all sat hurriedly in the closest seats they could find. Leaving only one couple standing. They both looked rather frightened.

There were no more seats.

"Leave" a voice said. I looked around the room but couldnt find where it was coming from.

"L e a v e peasants" the voice said. It was obvious this voice was directed at the standing couple.

They eventually left.

"Rule number one" the voice now had a body. A woman maybe in her late 40's early 50's appeared out of no where and walked intimidatingly into the middle of the circle.

"Rule number one: you have to be willing to fight to get yourself seats" she said passionately.

What did that even mean? You have to be willing to fight to get yourself seats? Did she mean that in a metaphoric way or did she mean that in a legitimate way? Because i have never heard anyone ever give advice like this.

This lady was something special. My eyes widened in amazment as i watched her mouth form beautiful poetic words. Wow.

"So our first activity for today will be going around and getting a feel for who everyone is. As a couple" she said.

We all got up and followed her to the other end of the room where there were multiple tables.

"Yous will all sit and talk and then move onto the other couples after your done" she said.

There were 6 couples. So the first three couples that sat at the tables would be the ones not moving and the other three would be.

Me and Lachlan gave each other knowing looks. The sound of a whistle sounded and all sanity was lost. It was like the cornucopia from the hunger games. An absolute blood bath.

An intimidating guy stepped between me and lachlan as we raced toward a table. I screamed as he lunged for me, my life flashing before my eyes.

I could see exactly what he was planning to do when he got his hands on me. He was going to hold me hostage, leaving Lachlan and him in a stalemate.

"Lachlan!" I screamed and he turned around instantly, his eyes widening as he beheld the scene in front of him. Hell to the no his eyes said.

He grabbed the guy and pushed him away with so much force that he slid on the ground and far away, banging into the wall and idk but somewhere in the tangle i found myself pressing my hands on the chest of lachlans.

His hands wrapped around me and i was blinded by fireworks. What the hell was up with these sparks and fireworks.

I shook them out of my head and looked back up at him. Mezmorised.

"Thank you" i whispered in disbelief.

"No..." he was too focused on my face "problem, come on lets go get our seats" he said grabbing my hand and dragging me over to a pair of seats behind a table, as we were walking toward it a couple sat in it, exchanging cheers of relief and happiness.

They then looked up to cop the full rath of Lachlans stare down. He looked extremely intimidated by his look and slowly but sadly got up off of the chairs and scurried away. We quickly sat into the seats before another couple would have to face the wrath of lachlans stare.

"So" said the amazing inspiring voice

"Lets begin. You three are going to go around and talk about what kind of couples you guys are" she said in a golly voice.