Always & Forever (D. Swing)

Chapter 59.

Devyn

Counting to ten, I inhale and exhale about twenty times while staring at myself in the mirror. Tilting my body to the side causing it to appear lopsided, my shoulders hoist themselves up reaching just below the pulpy ends of my ear lobes. Biting my lip, I stare over at my bed to see the causal clothes I'm planning on wearing tomorrow for the appointment my dad has been rambling on about for weeks. After developing the idea of me going to therapy, he finally set the whole thing up and my first session with my therapist will be tomorrow in the afternoon. Nervous isn't exactly the word to describe the exhilarating pumping of my heart against my cage of my ribs suffocating the air I breath. I've been preparing for thing since the sun began to set which is about eight and now it's ten-thirty. The thought of telling her things I've never told anyone makes me feel uneasy. Even if I didn't want to tell her,she'd probably some way to persuade me with the psychological tricks she may know how to use on me. Exposed and putting yourself out there is the main notion of therapy which is the opposite of how I function. Holding onto my stomach with the feeling of sickness invading into my organ, I hold onto the mirror in front of me in search for water.

Grabbing onto the water bottle that sits lonely on my dresser, I waste no time unscrewing the top with ease. Before my lips could even smoothly wrap themselves around the bottle, I leap to the other side of my room nearly dropping the water from a sound over at the window. My attention dances around the room nervously, unsure of what I'm hearing. The same small, yet very perceptible noise repeats itself and I hesitantly make my way over to my window slowly. Standing with my back against the wall, I take a peek down from the second story of the house squinting my eyes. The faint tapping against the window startles me again and I shake my head, revealing myself as I open my curtains.

My hand fall onto my mouth in shock at what I'm seeing below me about fifteen feet away. Undoing the latches and then struggling to actually push the entire window up, I sigh heavily once the summer breeze smacks me in my face. Leaning on the rail, I whisper, "what are you doing here?"

"What it look like I'm doing here? I came to see you." With a goofy smile plastered onto his face, he stands there with his arms hanging to his sides swinging them back and forth like a dork. Pressing my lips together nervously, I watch as he puts one foot onto the house attempting to climb up the walls. Putting it an end to all of this with my hands up, I stop him from trying to climb up anymore before he hurts himself. "D, stop."

Hopping off the thin walls of my house, he dusts himself off before gazing up at me again. "Why?"

"Because it's late." I speak calmly.

"Devyn, it's only ten. This is sunrise for you. Why are you being so uptight?" He questions suspiciously and I can already sense an attitude forming by the grittiness of his congested-sounding throat.

"You have to go to church in the morning and I have my first therapy session tomorrow. We need to go to sleep." I explain, placing my hands out the window, watching the fireflies fly around outside my window. I swat some of them, disabling them from entering my room.

"Your therapy session doesn't start until two. We will be back by then Devyn. You will get your sleep." He assures me, clapping his hands together sassily. "And I'll be alright. Don't worry about me. I can stay up for three days straight. I'm good." My head bobbles unintentionally with a bored expression deriving from my aura, making it very noticeable to me still being unclear on why he's here.

"Oh, oops." He bites down onto his bottom lip with a shy smile arriving seconds after. "Uh, lets go somewhere."

"Where? What is open ten at night?" Folding my arms across my chest, I give him a stern look waiting for the genius idea to spew from him at any minute that might convince me to put on some decent clothes and maybe go out with him.