Therapy for Broken Hearts

Chapter One

Ansel sat on the couch in his apartment, wiping tears from his eyes with the back of his hand. Him and Violetta had called their relationship off. Something just wasn't right. Ansel didn't even know whether he still loved her or not - life was complicated.

Then came a knock.

Ansel stood up with a sigh and unlocked the door.

"Come in!" He called.

To his surprise, Theo walked in.

"Ruth and I are no longer seeing each other." He announced, clapping Ansel's shoulder.

"Oh." Ansel murmured, before the tears came again, rushing down his face.

Theo took a step back, a concerned look on his face.

"Ansel? Is there something you'd like to tell me?" He said, gently.

Ansel shook his head in despair.

"Violetta and I split too."

Theo nodded understandingly.

"Man." He smirked. "That sucks. We're on the same boat."

"I knew something wasn't right." Ansel sniffed. "I just thought that maybe we'd last a little longer.

Ansel let out a sound that sounded like a groan and a whimper. His shoulders shook.

Theo gulped, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. Ansel looked up and found himself staring at it. He looked away seconds later.

"Why don't we hit the bar and celebrate being single pringles." Theo suggested.

"Ok." Ansel recomposed himself and let Theo pull him up. Ansel noticed his friends hand was soft and plump, and felt tingly against his skin.

Minutes after, they were raving at the local bar.

Theo ordered two beers and handed one over to Ansel.

"Ever had booze?" He asked.

"I'm underage." Ansel said nervously, backing away from the drink.

"Pansycake." Theo chuckled, quoting Divergent. "Just take a sip. No one is going to arrest you."

"Okay." Ansel slowly lifted the glass to his lips and swallowed some of the alcohol. He coughed and choked.

"God." He spluttered. "Oh god, no more."

"I'll have the rest of yours then." Theo chucked down all his beer then drank Ansel's. It didn't stop there for Theo, though. Soon he was rosy faced and losing balance.

Ansel chuckled to himself. Drunken Theo was funny and adorable- Ansel quickly scolded himself for thinking that, but it was partly true.

Ok, maybe it was 100% accurate.

But he didn't tell anyone.

Suddenly Theo slid his arm around his Ansel's shoulder. Ansel's cheeks blushed a bright red.

"Give us a kiss." Theo slurred, leaning towards Ansel's lips.

"Theo, you're drunk."

"Drunk in love." Theo laughed.

Theo dabbed his lips against Ansel's cheek. His breath smelled of fresh booze. His lips felt big and warm. Ansel liked it. No, he loved it.

Ansel turned his head so their lips made contact. They shared a shy kiss.

Theo laughed and drank some more beer.

"God Augustus Waters. No wonder Hazel Grace had breathing problems." Was the last thing Theo said before he passed out.

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Ansel knew where Theo's apartment was.

He took Theo's key from his pocket and unlocked the door.

Ansel placed his unconscious friend on the bed, and smoothed his messed hair away from his face.

As Ansel brushed Theo's hair with his hands, he smiled.

Theo was even more adorable when he slept. His lips were parted and it looked like he was hugging himself. He murmured things in his slumber.

Ansel planted a kiss on his forehead and walked out the apartment with a grin on his face.

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(THE NEXT DAY)

Theo woke up with the memory of the previous night a blank space in his mind, along with a sore head and a churning feeling in his stomach. He couldn't remember a thing.

Booze, probably.

But he remembered a sensation, a certain feeling he would never forget.

A kiss.

But who did he kiss?

Who had such powerful lips that took his breath away.

Not Ruth. They had broken up.

Was it Shailene?

Maybe he and Shailene got drunk and kissed.

He had liked it.

Infact, he was going to call Shailene and tell her how much he enjoyed the kiss.

He dialled the number. Shai answered on the 3rd ring.

"Theo?" She yawned.

"Shai, I really enjoyed last night. Thanks."

"What do you mean?" Shailene chuckled.

"The kiss! I loved it." Theo stated as if it was obvious."

"Theo, I was with Zoe and Maggie last night at the movies. I don't remember kissing anyone."

"Oh, I thought you might have been drunk. You don't remember."

"Unless organic apple juice makes you drunk, then no, I wasn't drunk. I think you were drunk."

"Oh. So I didn't kiss you?"

"No, Theo. Get some rest." And she hung up.

Theo slumped down, hand on his forehead. He remembered someone kissing him there, too.

Who was it?

Who was he with last night?

He ran to the toilet and threw up.

As he did, a name sprang into his head.

Ansel.

It must have been Ansel.