Can We Fall In Love Now? [Nicole Row]

Chapter 3

I groaned as I rolled off my bed, the alarm as loud as a slap in the face.

I got up and remembered that today I had therapy. I sighed and got dressed, wondering why in the world Bren scheduled these so early.

I splashed water on my face to try and wake up more, my flyaway hairs getting plastered to my forehead in the process.

I looked at myself in the mirror, splashing more water on my face. "Cmon Adeline. You can do this... yeah... you can do this..." I muttered to myself, hoping to get my hopes up.

I walked out of my bathroom as Sarah walked into my bedroom, watching as I just kicked sandals on. "C'mon Ad, we gotta go. Bren's at the studio and I have to drive ya." I nodded, following her as we walked out to the car.

"How's the fever been, Sarry?" She paused for a bit as she backed out, before answering me once on the road.

"I dunno Ad, it's felt like a fever I can't sweat out." We gave each other sly looks before bursting out laughing, our beautiful emo jokes getting the best of us. "But yeah, I'm fine now."

"On a scale of one to Ryden how much do you think Brendon would have hated that joke?" I raised my eyebrows, looking at her.

She cast a small glance at me, smirking, "Bradeline."

I gasped, horrified. "No! You said you would never mention that! That was a dark time in the fandom!" I scooted away from her, looking terrified.

"Oh really? You don't miss the time when the fandom didn't know you were siblings?" She pokes my cheek before putting her hand back on the wheel.

"Absolutely not!" Sarah laughed as I crossed my arms, glaring. "How could you."

"Oh I could mention a lot more ships." I gasped again, eyes wider than before.

"You wouldn't dare?" I looked at her, horrified and teasing.

"Oh I dare."

"Sarah Urie you're a monster!" We death glared at each other at a stoplight before bursting into laughter.

"We are hilarious."

"Oh absolute- Who is this motherfucker honking at us! The light was barely green!" I leaned out the window and stuck my middle finger high in the air as Sarah drove off. I leaned back in the window and she started to laugh at me.

"Adeline you can't do that!"

"Why not? Anyone honking at you is deserving of a 'fuck you' from me." She shook her head as we pulled into the parking lot, trying to find a spot.

"I think anyone who gets a 'fuck you' from Adeline should be apologized to."

I hugged and crossed my arms, "Such a Debby Downer." She pulled into a spot, shaking her head in only mild amusement, and I got out, waving to her. "See you later."

"Yeah, as always I'll be shopping." She waved back to me and we went our own separate directions, her staying in her car because she was sick, and I traipsed into my therapist's office.

I signed myself in and plopped myself in a chair, not really having anything to do as I forgot my phone at home. I let my head rest against the wall behind me, although slightly uncomfortable.

"Miss Urie?" I got up, before realizing it was just a teen girl. "I love your work. You and Brendon have helped me so much." Ah great. A fan at therapy!

I smiled politely and started talking, "I'm glad. That's what Bren and I are here for."

She took out her phone. "If you wouldn't mind, could we take a picture together?" I nodded and we smiled. I threw my arm around her shoulders and put up a peace sign as she smiled like she had won the world.

We finished the picture and I smiled at her, "you made my day." She smiled even wider, nodding emphatically.

"You made my life!" I laughed and sat back down, sparking a conversation with the girl before my name was called. I pulled out a piece of paper and wrote a small note for her.

"In case you're ever feeling down, there's some advice."

I waved to her as she clutched the paper gently, then I lost sight of her as I walked through the door. "Hello Angelica."

"Adeline Urie! My most loyal patient. How have Brendon and Sarah been?" Angie smiled at me, her black hair loose around her shoulders, a plain t-shirt on.

"Brendon's been overprotective, Sarah's been sick. Have to admit though, Brendon makes a mean chicken noodle soup." I took in her casual attire and smiled close-lipped. "I take it there's no new patients today."

She shook her head, shifting in her chair, "nah, just you and maybe three others today." She shifted again and leaned forwards, "now time to do my job. Have you been eating well?"

I huffed and looked at the ground, not being able to lie to my friend. "Not really. It's so hard when I feel sick after every fifth bite. Like, maybe if my stomach is empty then my brain can empty out too. And then I won't feel anything, and it'll all be okay. But it can't, Angie."

She frowned and nodded, cogs turning in her head. "People feel like that sometimes. And you just have to look at yourself and go, 'I'm not doing great right now, but it will get better. The past is the past, and it can't hurt me anymore."

"You know just what to say, Angie." I lied through my teeth, because the past is hurting me.

She just smiled, "Okay, I'm assuming Brendon is forcing you to eat too?" I nodded at this, still not wanting to see her staring me down. "He doesn't need to control your habits. You can work on it at your own pace, as long as you are, of course, working on it."

I smiled at this, "that sounds great. I really am trying on the eating thing though." She nodded at me, smiling.

"Don't worry, Addy, lots of people can't try as well as you are doing right now. Orthorexia is a tough disorder, you're handling it well." She pushed herself up and I followed suit, looking at her. "Now, it's your floor. We can talk about whatever you want now."

So I spilled my guts to her, telling her everything that had been happening.

JOURNAL ENTRY 03/07/18

Hello

Well therapy went pretty well today, actually

We've lessened the sessions, established in trying, and I got to talk it out. All in all, pretty successful if you ask me.

Except I can't get this one girl out of my head

She was beautiful, dancing in the rain and sweet-talking me like there was no tomorrow

She captured my attention, that's for sure

I also think I stole her jacket too, but that's okay.

I don't even know anything about her except that she's cute, has good taste in clothing and her initials are N.R.

Someone help my life is becoming a comedy

But one that rotten tomatoes would score badly

Thanks for reading my journal I guess???

Much Hate,

Addy U

A/N

I am confused because my book got 110 reads already and it's not even been a week