From The Other Side

13. therapy

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therapy

Sunday, March 16th

Isaiah was struggling. It wasn't a surprise, as he always seemed to be having a crisis. This one involved August (as most did), but this time August was mad at him, so it made everything so much worse.

Isaiah thought that maybe, possibly, he'd gotten over it by morning. So, he sent him a text:

Isaiah: hey, august. I have a question

And August responded with:

August: bitch.

So, Isaiah took that as the confirmation that he was still pissed. He sighed and rubbed the middle of his forehead, trying to decide what he should do. Should he still ask to take him to his appointment? Or should he just leave it alone?

But I don't want him to get hurt. He pierced his bottom lip with his teeth in frustration. Isaiah was good at being a pain, so that's what he chose.

Isaiah: don't forget I still have your address. I'm taking you to your appt you have no choice

August: weird flex but ok, stalker

Isaiah: August, stop being an ass. you're mad for such a dumb reason - if I don't want to tell you, I don't have to.

August: alright. you can take me ig.

Isaiah: yes, your highness

August: 🖕🏼

              And despite August's blatant annoyance, Isaiah still couldn't help but like him. It was beyond irritating. How did people deal with that shit? Isaiah wanted to grab him by the shoulders and ram his head against his to knock some sense into him. But he also wanted to grab him by the shoulders and ki—

Isaiah let out a sigh. He buried his face in his pillow and groaned, kicked his feet at the mattress below him, and groaned some more. Maybe he was acting like a toddler throwing a mini tantrum, but he didn't care. He had every right to be frustrated.

He wondered if August could ever like him back. Was it possible at all? He wished he was Doctor Strange so he could see the outcomes and know how likely the best one was.

Isaiah knew he'd be overanalyzing all of their interactions from now on. He was just that stupid. He pinched himself; he needed to stop being so self-deprecating. But he couldn't help it. He was hopeless.

                    His phone buzzed.

August: come by around 1:15. the place is kind of far and i just wanna be careful. and i'm sorry by the way, really. believe it or not, i really enjoy having you around and i guess i just felt idk sad that you keep pushing me away at the most random times. it's confusing.

                  Completely and utterly hopeless.

___

Isaiah arrived at August's house around 1:15, just as he'd suggested. He climbed up the steps and rapped his knuckles against the door twice, and Isaiah immediately heard a loud thump in response. He opened his mouth to say something, but then he heard, "One second!"