Therapy for Broken Hearts

Chapter Three

Theo answered the door. Knock knock, was a sound he was now familiar with. Most times it was Ansel, looking for a little cuddle or a kiss, or Shailene, who basically did the same job.

He had to tell Shailene about Ansel someday.

Anyway, this time, it was neither Ansel or Shailene. It was...

"Ruth." Theo gasped, shocked.

"Theoooo." She smirked, kissing Theo on the lips.

Theo pulled back and wiped his lips with his sleeve. "I thought you said we were never going to get back together?"

"When did I say that?" Ruth giggled.

Theo had a fierce expression on his face. "Ruth. Get out. I don't want to do this."

Ruth did not get out. She just kept kissing Theo, wrapping her arms around him, pushing him towards the couch.

"I love you." Ruth whispered against his skin.

"I don't." Theo growled, pushing her off.

But Ruth was like a boomerang - she stumbled away then ran back for more.

"I'm sure you didn't mean that." She laughed.

"Ruth... I've found somebody else."

Ruth froze suddenly.

"What?"

"Are you deaf?" Theo spat. "I've. Found. Someone. Else."

Theo knew this wasn't the best thing to do, as Ruth was a bit... Well... Violent. But he could not stand this.

Ruth laughed, manically, before slapping Theo in the face and calling him a big jerk and a cheater. "Why are you letting me kiss you if you're already with someone?"

She stormed out the apartment, much to Theo's relief. She knocked into a man. She turned around and squawked and screamed at him. It was Ansel. Ansel had been watching.

Ruth walked away from him, and he went to see Theo. He smiled.

"None of our ex's are giving us a break, huh?"

Ansel touched Theo's cheek softly, and kissed him on his temples. Theo closed his eyes and smiled. He whimpered quietly, making Ansel kiss him harder.

Ansel gathered Theo into his lap, cradling him like a baby. They kissed passionately. They shared tender touches. They eventually fell asleep together.

"THEO! ANSEL!" A voice screamed.

The two boys woke up like a shot. They turned and saw that they had left the apartment door open.

Zoë was outside.

Crap. Crap crap crap.

She looked like she had saw about 500 ghosts, maybe more. She was pale and had the most shocked expression on her face, her mouth like a large Cheerio.

"We-I..." Theo stuttered.

"You don't need to explain." Zoë could barely speak. "I was watching you from when Ansel came in. I followed him here. I've suspected something going on between you two. And here it is."

Her shocked "O" shaped mouth turned into a satisfied smirk.

Ansel was forming his lips to say, "Its not what it looks like.", but there was no point.

"Do it again." Zoë smiled.

"Do what?" Theo asked, weakly.

"Kiss. It's cute."