Who is dean?

THERAPY

^more may

Dean sits down into the red leather chair placed in the therapist office.

It's been about a week since anyone has seen Anthony. Their mother decided therapy is the best option right now. At least dean could be himself there.

"Hi dean. My name is Amanda and I'll be working with you today." The therapist says cheerfully picking up her clip board and sitting down across from dean.

He doesn't say anything, despising this whole situation.

I hate therapy.

"Let's start with the basics, if that's ok with you. Talk to me about your mom."

Dean looks down at his hands. As much as he doesn't want to do this he did make promises. "My mom is the only adult in my life currently. She's amazing."

Amanda nods her head, scribbling something down on her clipboard. "What about your father?"

Dean grips onto his seat. "I don't have one."

"Did you know him?" He grips onto the chair harder.

"Yup."

Amanda writes some more. "Siblings?" She asks getting that his father is a heavy subject.

"He might as well be where my dad is."

Amanda clears her throat, trying to find a sweet spot. "Do you have any friends at school?"

Deans grip on the chair loosens a bit as he thinks. "One. I guess."

"You guess?"

He rolls his eyes, crossing his arms across his chest. "She makes me mad and I make her mad."

Amanda taps her pen against her lip. "Do you like her?" She asks with a smile.

Dean looks at her as if he is confused. After a few silent moments Amanda writes some more. "I don't." He says catching Amanda's attention.

"Does she like you?" He blinks a couple of times and looks up at the ceiling as if he was trying to calculate something.

After a while of thinking his eyebrows furrow. "I don't know. Why does it matter?" He asks angrily.

"Calm down. I want to find a relief for you. Someone or something that makes you happy other than your mom. As far as I can tell you don't have any positive in your life." She explains, lighting an incense.

"This place could always be your positive. I want you to have more than two positives though. I want you to lay down and think of a few positives. Things you like, people you like, places you like. Smell the incense. For now I'll be back." Amanda leaves out of the door.

Dean does as he's told, and lays down. He closes his eyes and try's to think of his positives.

- - -

I fold a couple of more shirts, packing them into my duffel bag. "If you want I can still try to hook you up with dean." Quinn says from the edge of my bed.

"How many times do I have to tell you? I really don't care that you're in a relationship and I'm not. And I definitely don't want you to hook me up with dean."

She pouts and rests her chin on her hand. "Why?"

"He's evil."

"Really? Cause every time I see him he's giving you his coat and touching you," She emphasizes with a little dance. "I have been told you I think he likes you."