The boy next door

Therapy: Day three

I hear my alarm go off.

I wake up, confused, looking around. I don't really remember actually getting into bed, undressing and all like before. Like everything has gone back to how it was before...almost.

As I'm always the one setting alarms, my phone is on the nightstand next to the bed. I don't remember how it got there, but here it is.

I lean over a not bothered Drew, grab it, and shut it off. Apparently, someone had hit snooze a few times.

"You idiot, we're going to be late!" I shove him, shuffling off the bed as fast as I can get around him.

"What are you talking about..." He mumbles.

"It's 8:15," I reply, our appointment being at 9 am.

He opens his eyes, "Fuck!" He gets off the bed fast.

"Your fault," I reply, looking around the floor for my things.

"How is it my fault??" He laughs, slipping jeans on.

I put my sweatshirt on, "You hit snooze!" I put my hair up, "Again," I add.

He sighed, pulling a hoodie on as I slip on my sweatpants.

I slip my shoes on and go to open his window.

Then he's with me once I get it open, shoes on and keys jingling in his pocket.

We get out on to the grass, he closes the window, and I walk toward my roof.

"See you there," I say, about to go to my house.

"Jen, just come with me," He says.

I just look at him as he walks toward his car, unlocking it on the way.

"By the time you climb back into your window, grab your keys and everything, you're going to be late," He explains, "Again." Ouch, he knows I hate to be late.

I sigh as he gets in the car. And I get into the passenger side door seconds later.

"Yeah, I'm sure our therapist is going to love that we drove here together when we're not even supposed to be looking at each other," I say, getting out of the car.

"It's not like she's staring out the window watching us arrive, Jennifer," He laughs, being logical to my illogical, always. I'm tired. I'm grumpy. I'm late. I'm sassy. He deals with all of them.

Except he doesn't usually call me 'Jennifer', but he's getting me back for calling him 'Andrew' for weeks.

"You don't know that," I say back to him, being a little ridiculous, I know.

But it makes him laugh as we enter the building.

"If you had gone home, you wouldn't be here right now," He says as we get into the elevator.

I shake my head, even though he's right, "She's going to be mad at us," I say.

"She's not going to know," He laughs, "Unless you tell her."

"You're the one that can't lie," I reply.

He laughs, "I know, all the better for you to talk the whole time." At least he admits it.

We get to the office door, "I already do!" I kind of laugh, and we get inside, a few minutes early even.

She calls us in when she sees us and we go to the door after her. He offers for me to go first, being a gentleman, I suppose.