Therapy (Jalex)

Session 15

Patient: Alexander William Gaskarth

Notes: seems to be trying to forget, a new emotion in his voice; unknown

-Dr. Bassam Barakat

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"Happy two months, babe!" Jack said, crushing my lips with the impact of his. A trace of tongue brushed the inside of my mouth before the kiss ended. We broke apart, me gasping for air a little. Jack took my breath away, both figuratively and literally.

"I can't believe it's been months already," I sighed, content. The past two months had been the best two months I've experienced in a long time. For once, I wasn't constantly depressed and reminded of Tom. Or at least, not when I was with Jack. When I got home from being with him, of course, I did feel pain, but I could feel Jack slowly gluing me together again. Here was to hoping that the glue was strong enough.

"The best two months of my life," Jack cooed, snuggling into the crook of my arm. I smiled softly, feeling his head burrow into my arm.

"I wish I could stay," I mumbled, leaning my head on Jack's. "But I have to go to therapy."

"No problem, dude," Jack said, sitting up and standing up. "I have something planned for dinner tomorrow." He offered me his hand, and I took it. I stood up and hugged him.

"You didn't have to, dude," I said, beaming at my boyfriend. Jack blushed, and I assumed we both cringed internally. Crimson tinged his cute little cheeks like a sunset.

"Let's just-" he began.

"Never again," I agreed. I cleared my throat, chuckling nervously. "But really, you didn't have to."

"I did," he said. "Real talk though, you've really changed my life."

"You've done more for me than you could ever imagine," I drawled, kissing his lips softly. "But we can talk about that another time. I'm gonna be late."

"Hey, I'll walk with you. I need the exercise," Jack joked. I looked him up and down and chuckled. He was a complete twig; all skin and bones. What muscles would he be exercising? Jack gave me a pointed look, and I rolled my eyes and laughed.

"Well, come on then," I sighed. We headed out the door and proceeded to walk to his dad's office.

On the way, we held hands and talked about the most random things. Drama at Jack's school, opinions on Britney Spears, and new TV shows worth watching, although I hadn't watched TV in months. But mostly, we sang The All-American Rejects and Yellowcard songs terribly, earning strange stares from strangers. But it was fun, and that's what I loved about Jack.

"Jack," I giggled quietly, "I swear if another old lady looks at us like that again, I'm going to have a conniption fit."

"She just wishes she had a boyfriend just like you," Jack whispered back. I raised an eyebrow. Since when was Jack smooth?

"Well, I date boys," I replied, stumbling into him lovingly in the middle of the sidewalk. Jack caught me, and we continued walking, my shoulders buried by his grip and warm chest. It was a sight to see, but I was incredibly comfortable. Strangers probably thought I was drunk or something, but that was fine. I was drunk in love with Jack.

"Ugh, we're heeeeere," I groaned as I pushed open the glass door. Hilary gave me a flirty wave and I rolled my eyes. Jack didn't notice, and he stood in front of me and grabbed both of my hands tightly.

"Hey, it's not so bad," Jack said, swinging our hands from side to side. "I'll see you later, okay?"

"Yeah, okay," I replied. We kissed, and Jack left. The glass door clicked shut, and I sighed.

"Alex," said Hilary, making me turn. She rose from her chair and walked towards me, heels clicking. "Are you and Jack...?"

"Dating? Yeah." She cornered me, and my back was pressed against the wall. Today, Hilary was wearing a white button down and, of course, a black bra under it, which was incredibly obvious. She wore a black pencil skirt and black kitten heels. Her dark hair was swirled into a messy bun, and her lips were a dark berry purple. Despite how attractive she was looking, I knew that she couldn't give me what Jack could. She couldn't make me forget. And I wasn't even sure if I was into girls. But that didn't mean anything to Hilary, evidently.

"Oh really?" she asked, tilting her head to the side. "That's too bad. I thought we had something." She started to unbutton her shirt, one by one, and I pushed her off of me, quickly averting my gaze.

"Hilary, stop," I said as firmly as I could manage, getting as far away from her as I could. "I'm dating Jack."

"But remember that night?" she asked, biting her lip. I shuddered, disgusted.

"I was drunk, and that was before," I retorted. "And plus, that made me realize that I don't like you."

"Alex?" Dr. Barakat opened the door and peeked out, but only enough to spot me, not Hilary. "It's time for your session."

I gladly walked away from Hilary, who turned away and quickly buttoned her shirt, unbeknownst to the doctor. I puffed air out of my nose victoriously and put more sway into my stride.

You're so yesterday, Hilary, I thought. You're crazy if you think you can take me away from Jack.