Chapter 2: Therapy

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Shane had never been more relieved than leaving the therapist's office. His voices quieted when he could reach out and hug his mom after that overload of stress. When he walked back out to the waiting room, he came face to face with a positively perfect person. It was a boy about Shane's age with dirty blonde hair, gorgeous white teeth, and sparkling green eyes. "Joey?" The receptionist called out, and the perfect person stood up. Shane couldn't stop staring.

The perfect person - Joey? - caught Shane's staring eyes and raised a quizzical eyebrow. "Do I have something in my teeth?" he asked, picking at them self consciously.

Shane quivered. "So cute!" he sighed.

"Excuse me?" Joey looked back up at Shane.

Shane gulped, and flipped his hair nervously. "Um, sorry, nothing. Bye!" With that he drags his mother out the door.

"Dayum, that boy was fine!" Shanaynay hollered to no one in particular as Shane's mother drove them home.

"His teeth were positively dazzling," Ned commented.

"Now Shaney," Aunt Hilda began, "this doesn't make you a faggot does it?"

"Shut up..." Shane hissed, closing his eyes and trying not to think of that gorgeous boy.

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Sorry for the super short chapter, but I wanted to introduce Joey! Yay! We'll see more of him an Shane later. Hope you enjoy it!

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