The boy next door

Therapy: Day six (part one)

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Part one

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I wake up and I'm still right in Drew's body. My face is close to his chest and his arms are still around me. I never thought this would be comfortable. I always wondered how people slept like this. I guess I understand now.

I think he's starting to wake up next to me but we both seem to keep up the act anyway. His arms tighten around me a little as he stretches. And then it's like we're kind of hugging but laying down. I can hear his heartbeat we're so close. And we have never been this close laying down before. If I could stay in this moment, with him stroking my hair too, I would be in heaven.

Eventually we kind of both really wake up and lean away from each other so we can look at each other. We smile sleepily. He touches my hair, moving some out of my face to look at me more, his hand resting on my face. I don't want to move...

"I should probably go," I say, my mouth and mind overthrowing everything else.

"Okay," He replies, taking his hand away. He's smiling though, like always.

I get out his window and he watches.

"I'll see you in a bit," He says.

"Yup," I smile, but then when I'm walking away, I start getting really nervous...

We all meet up in Dr. Grey's office an hour and a half later for, as they say, the day we've all been waiting for. I have a knot in my stomach that I hope is finally untied during this in some way or another.

Me and him try to not give off the 'we just slept in the same bed last night together' vibe as we make small talk, again. At least we've both showered the bed head and morning breath away. And we're both dressed in actual day clothes.

"Okay, let's get right to it," Dr. Grey says, not wasting any more time.

I take a deep breath and he gives me a reassuring look. He also takes my hand again.

Here comes the actual big Kahuna.

No one is ready.

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Eleventh Grade

I got to this point where I was done with all of this.

It doesn't seem normal, it doesn't have a label, but we can't seem to stay away from each other. Even with other people in our lives. It's not fair to them, it's not fair to us. We need something to change, it's getting exhausting being at the awkward in between we've always seemed to be.

But something terrible happens at the year that only connects us more. And then leaves us more confused than before.

After a full day of me and my mom re-arranging our living room, the last stop on this new journey train, we're on the floor with Chinese food on the coffee table in front of us. We're also watching a show on Netflix together. It's different but it's nice. I think we've both always wanted it to be this way.

"I'm glad we got all of this done by the time you go back to school," Mom says, looking around at our new set up and décor.

I look around, too, "Yeah, me too."

"It's been a summer of change, for sure, but we've done well, I think," She smiles.

I smile, "We have."

"Are you nervous about Tuesday?" She asks.

"Not really," I reply, "Maybe just the usual first day nervousness."