What's Wrong With Us? {Cashby}

35| Sometimes Things Dont Work Out The Way We Plan

Welp I just found a bug in my bed and I have no one to remove it🙃 yes I hate bugs sue me. If anyone wants to come kill it be my guest. Until then I've made a cozy spot on my floor with some blankets and pillows, you can join me after the bug is gone. Or before I'm lonely and company is good. We can hide from the killer bug together.

Also guys I'm so so so sorry for not updating. When winter break started I didn't have any wifi to update if I wanted to but I still found myself not even working on chapters. I got into a funk. Then I worked on some and I was happy with them and wattpad crashed and my chapters got deleted (I was dumb and didn't save them on anything else) so after that I was kinda disheartened and I didn't work on any chapters and I'm so sorry. On the bright side I think I'm out of my little funk and normal chapters should be returning soon!

Once again I'm so sorry and I hope you guys still enjoy reading this story, it means the world to me!
💞Sending love your way 💞

Alan's POV

I honestly didn't know how many more times I could put up with Mrs. Adams crap before I flew off the handle. I sat here every week, listening to her drone on and on about us being abominations, and I hated it. She had also developed an annoying habit of picking someone out each week and picking on their insecurities. Her favorite seemed to be Gerard. For some reason she seemed to find joy in seeing him upset.

Currently she was giving him a lesson on the female and male anatomy. Telling all about how he wasn't a guy. Telling him is was a disgrace for such a 'pretty young lady' like himself to walk around the way he did. Gerard's parents are also investing in extra 'therapy'. Along with the once a week session he usually has, he also has another one on one session with Mrs. Adams on Wednesdays. It was fucking ridiculous and it was taking its toll on him, but each one of us were doing are best to hold him together.

I glanced over at Austin as he stared down at his shoes. He's beginning to hate these sessions as much as the rest of us. It seems so strange how he changed so quickly. When all this first started there was no way he would be seen with any of us, let alone supporting us. Now I often find Austin gripping on to the edge of his seat when the wicked witch spews her insults at one of us. He just doesn't do it for me either. He's actually became close with the rest of my friends, especially Vic and Frank. He was great and besides the friends I made he was the only good thing that came out of this thing.

My eyes zoned in on the weird orange brown colored walls as she started to drone on and on. I lost track of time apparently, because when I zoned back in to the real world she was warming up for her closing speech. I was more than ready to get out of here and so was everyone else.
"And I just want you all to remember that we're not trying to hurt you. All we want is for you to get better, that way you can love your life to the fullest. Be the best you there is! And with that I want to remind you all that I'm always here to talk and so is your group partner! That's what we're here for." She flashed us all a sickly sweet smile that only managed to smudge her lipstick more. She clapped her hands together once and then bid us all farewell until next time.

I was quick to hop up from my seat and make for the door. I couldn't wait to be out of here, Kellin and I had plans to hang out and I was excited.  About the time I managed to reach the door I felt a pair of sharp nails grip my wrist.
"Alan you're coming with me. We need to have a chat." Mrs. Adams said and pulled me along with her back to her room. I got a weird sense of déjà vu as I was pulled into the office to see my Dad sitting in one of the empty chairs. As I was motioned to take a seat I tried to read the expression on my Dads face. That didn't do to well either because he was simply starting straight forward with a look of boredom.

Mrs. Adams took a few moments to shuffle the papers around on her desk before looking up at the both of us with a small smile.
"So Alan you're Dad recent-"
"He's not my son." My 'Dad' grunted out. "Very well then," Mrs. Adams started again. "Alan, Mr. Ashby has recently shared with me a little incident that happened a few days ago." I felt my throat tighten as she looked at me. My fingers drummed nervously on the chair arm and I looked down at my shoes. "He said you've been having some conversations that are a little too friendly with someone you shouldn't be." I didn't respond and she took that as a sign to keep talking. "Me. Ashby and I have talked and we believe that the most direct action to take would be for you to spend some more time with Megan."

I looked up at her and chuckled. "I don't see how that will help anything." I mumbled.
"Well you've been surrounding yourself with other males it seems and it'd do you some good to have some female company." She smiled. "Megan is really lovely! You must know that from the times you've hung out. She sweet, kind, caring, and exceptionally beautiful!"
"No way." I shook my head. "That's not happening."
"Alan it will only help you. You may even find yourself falling in love." She stated.
"No." I shook my head again. "How long will it take you to realize that I am not attracted to girls! How long? I'm not doing it and you can't make me."

"She can't but I can." My Dad said in a deathly calm voice. I immediately shut up. He stood up from his chair and hovered over me, resting his hands on the arm of the chair. "Listen here you're going to do what I say, so you are going to go out with that girl and you are going to like it. I don't give a damn what you think." He moved down closer to my face. I basically stopped breathing. There wasn't an inch between our noses. "And if what she," he pointed back at Mrs. Adams. "suggests doesn't help, then I'm going to take matters into my own hands and I don't think you'll like that." He pulled away from me and I found myself nodding.
"So Alan, do you agree to go out with Megan again?" Mrs. Adams asked, watching me skeptically.
"Y-yeah."