Long Live the Kids (an All Time Low fan fiction)

Long Live the Kids in Us All

"So you've been good?" Dr. Golds asked me, looking up from her pad of paper. She told me to call her Lydia, but I couldn't do it. Even after the year that I've been going to see her. Once every week. 

"Yeah, I've been fine," I shrugged. Ever since they'd let me out of the rehabilitation facility, they'd been making me go to weekly therapy sessions. It was a little bit better, but it'd be a million times better if they could prove to me that I needed to be there. 

"You died your hair,"she observed. "What made you do that?"

My hair, which had once been blonde and wavy with dyed tips, was now a rich brown hanging just below my shoulders. "Don't really know. I guess I just wanted a new hair color."

"It looks nice."

"Thank you."

"So, some people have voiced their concerns for the things you're being entertained by, such as the TV shows you've been watching and the books you've been reading. What might those be?"

"Are you asking what I'm reading?"

"Yes, I guess I am."

"I recently finished 1984 by George Orwell. It was a reread. I had to read it for my lit class my senior year of high school. Have you read it?" She shook her head. "Well, it's great. If you get a chance, you should pick it up. Then, yesterday, I stopped by the store and grabbed The Virgin Suicides. So fa-"

"You really think it's wise for you to be reading something with the word suicide in the title?"

"Yeah, actually. It's a wonderful book." I was sick of her over analyzing everything that I watched or read. I wasn't going to commit suicide because I watched a movie where somebody did. 

She narrowed her eyes at me, and I raised my eyebrows in response. "What about the shows you've been watching?"

"There's been a lot of Supernatural, although I'm still only half-way through the second season, and I'm four episodes into season one of American Horror Story. I've got a bit to go."

"I've never seen either of those, but I will be looking into them."

I rolled my eyes and leaned back on the couch. My phone started ringing in my back pocket and she shot me a look. "It's supposed to be off during our sessions, Liz."

I pulled it out quickly and held my hand over the speaker. It was Ben. He could hold on a minute. "Sorry, sorry. It's just a busy time for the band and stuff."

"What's happening with the band?"

"We're releasing an album in a month. We've got a lot of final things to take care of. Plus, we've all got jobs and we're finishing our tour with-"

"Okay, okay. I can see that you need to be somewhere. Be sure to call me before you go anywhere."

"I will, I will. I know the rules. I'm a good girl."

She gave me a small smile and waved her hand, dismissing me. "Whatever you say."

I jumped up from the couch and ran to the door, flinging it open and waving to the secretary as I left the building. Ben's car was sitting out front, waiting for me. I slid into the passengers seat and gave him a smile. He smiled back, pulling away just as I closed my door. Clearly, we were on a tight schedule. 

As we drove, he kept a smile on his face, and it started to give me the creeps. "Why so smiley?" I asked him. 

"I broke up with Gina today," he told me, still beaming. 

"And you're giddy because of this?"

"Yeah!"

"Why?"