Oh, Mis[s]Believer || H2ØVånøšš

chapter two

Delirious POV:

"Have you ever had a therapist before, Jay?" He asked me.
I nodded. "Lots of them, Fong."
I cursed under my breath as a drop of ice water traveled down my shirt.
I was sitting in a chair in Evan's office, an ice pack resting on my head and my two feet put up onto a footstool.
God, my head was pounding.
I drank way too much last night.
Evan printed out some papers and stacked them in an orderly pile and then spun his chair around to face me.
"I know what you were doing last night." He said.
I dropped my ice pack and looked at him.
"What?"
"Why didn't you invite me to have fun with you, Jay?" He stood up, taking his vest off.
I turned a bright red and and let out a surprised gasp.
He sat down on my lap and grinded his ass into me, and I felt my dick spring up through my boxers and I moaned.
"You like that, huh, Jonathan?" He asked, licking up my neck and biting the side.

"Jonathan?"
I fell out of my chair and the icebag fell right after, somehow breaking open and spilling ice cold water all over me.
Evan was still in his chair, fully clothed with a clipboard.
I looked up at him, my eyes widening, and then I just made them stare back at the floor.
"Jonathan? Are you okay?" He asked and stood up, putting a hand on my back.
I growled and slapped his hand away and instantly regretted it.
I opened my mouth and closed it again.
He stood there, in the middle of the room, silent. Not yelling at me.
Not chastising me. Nothing.
"I'm sorry. Just, a little panicky is all." I sighed.
"Jonathan, is there something I don't know about? You are acting awfully strange." He said, tilting up an eyebrow and adjusting the reading glasses he was wearing. 
I nodded.
"Yeah. But I really can't tell you."
I looked across the room at an empty fishbowl.
"You can tell me anything, Jay. I'm your friend. That's what I'm for." He said.
"You're not my friend, you're my therapist." I said.
"Who said I couldn't be both?" He asked.
I went silent.
"Because I'm not the kind of guy you'd want to be friends with." I quietly mumbled.
"Why not?" Evan asked as I stood up and sat down in the chair again.
"You don't want to grow too attached to someone that you may lose, Evan." I hissed.
"You wouldn't be lost." He said to me.
"You can't make decisions for me." I growled.
"Jonathan, do you really want to die? Or do you just not want to be in pain?" He asked me.
I shrugged.
"Both."
"Why do you insist on dying, Jonathan? Why do you cut yourself? Your body is beautiful, why would you want to destroy it?" He asked, looking at me intently.
This huge lump formed in my throat that was hard to swallow. My heart started swelling.
Your body is beautiful, why would you want to destroy it?
I sat there, processing what he just said.
My body is beautiful? 
"Jonathan, you get one body. One chance at life. Life isn't a Nintendo game. You don't re-spawn, my friend. You have this amazing opportunity to become someone. Living has been something you've always known how to do. Did you think about your family? How your sister would feel if she came home and saw you hanging there? Do you really want to die, Jon? To let go of everything you've ever known just for the current situation you're in? Do you want to make a permanent decision..."
He sat down in his chair and took off his reading glasses to look at me.
"over a temporary situation?"
I was utterly speechless sitting there, looking at Evan's chocolate eyes, examining them, noticing the endless waves of dark gold, the melting chocolate blending into countless waves of abundant amber, falling into his pupils and enlarging every time the man glanced at me. 
Those sweet, honey, copper eyes sent my blood boiling, my heart racing, my breath into a frenzy. 
I started noticing everything about him.
His sweet scent, it was as if he shed the sugary scent of vanilla icing.
Every breath he took exerted a flame of formality. 
Pure vanilla icing.
His lips were soft, his smile assuring. 
I was falling in love with Dr. Fong.
I picked up the remains of the ice pack and threw it away.

And I left the building.