Nesscas Oneshot Haven

I dunno

I am going through some writer's block, so here's the best I can think of.

Lucas

Today was the first day I needed to go to my new therapist. I feel quite uncomfortable. The only reason I'm coming here is because I apparently showed signs of depression. It's not even that big a deal. I just had a few suicidal thoughts is all.... Okay, maybe it's a tad worrisome. I don't really know why they started, or at least I try to convince myself. I entered the building called "Come get healed, bitches". I don't know why it's called that, but it's amusing. I sat in the waiting room and saw that they had a fish tank. I walked over and found a clownfish. I chuckled a little. "Found you, Nemo, not so was it, Marlon," I chuckled.

"Lucas, the therapist is ready for you," the secretary called me. I cleared my throat and walked to the room. In were two people. One was older, while the other was a child.

"Alright, this is your first patient Ness, do your best," the man said. The boy nodded. He walked out while patting my shoulder. I saw on the couch as the boy, who I assume is Ness, crosses his feet.

"So you're just going to follow every stereotype a therapist has?" I asked noticing the flannel. He fixed the shirt on him and cleared his throat.

"My name's Ness," he said reaching his hand toward me.

"Yea, I guess as so." I took it.

"So, why are you here?"

"Shouldn't you already know?"

"I wasn't told." I sighed and slouched on the couch.

"I guess I had a few suicidal thoughts here and there."

"Any attempts?" I looked out the window looking at the people moving past it. I showed him a bandaid on my wrist. I took it off and he saw the stitches. He took it. His warm hands warmed me up. "How old are you?"

"13."

"Same here."

"You're rather young to be doing this."

"The only reason I'm here is because the writer is a lazy bitch who couldn't think of anything else." Ness looked at something as if it was a camera.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Don't worry about it. Anyway, why are these thoughts in your head?" I sighed and started to rub my hands.

"W-well, I guess it's because of my family." His eyes. It felt like I could tell them anything without fearing anything. "I-I like your eyes." He chuckled a little.

"Yours is good too, blue and purple go well together." He smiled. Fuck me, why does this person have to be my therapist. Why couldn't it be like a fat old lady, why a cute young boy. I cleared my throat.

"My brother and mom aren't really alive at the moment."

"I-I see, I apologize for your loss." He bowed his head. I started to cry thinking of them. I expected him to hand me the tissues but he walked up and whipped them away for me. "Listen, we don't have too much time, but that doesn't mean I can't help you outside of this."

"Wh-what do you mean?"

"I mean, we could hang out, together, and I can help you."

"K-kinda sounds like you're asking me out on a date." I smirked.

"So what if I am?" He kneeled in front of me. I looked outside. "Remember what I said?"

"What?"

"Blue and Purple go well together, and so does Red and Yellow." I thought about that. Where did he get the Red and Yellow?

"What did you have in mind?"

"Well, what about a movie? I recently bought two tickets to the new movie, Breakdown Emotionally Empty, soooo." He took out the tickets and I smiled as I took one.

"Better not be late."

"I can't promise that." He winked at me, and I slowly felt the red in my cheeks to get deeper and more vibrant. He chuckled. "See, I told you Red and Yellow go well together." I just left the room and walked away. The man from before walked up to me.

"How did he do?" He noticed my smile and blush. "You know what, nevermind, I already know the answer." I left the building and looked at the tickets. I just need to wait a few days to see him again. And with the magic of writing, I shall skip said time because I am a lazy biotch.

I walked to the theatre and looked at the tickets again. I waited outside for him. I soon heard someone running. I saw Ness running, he seemed to have been running from someone. "I SWEAR TO GOD NESS IF YOU DON'T STOP STEALING MY GOD DAMN HATS I'LL CUT YOU," a boy similar looking to Ness, but with a scarf, said running after him. Ness waved to me, but then got distracted and ran into the opposite wall of me.

"How is he a therapist?" I shook my head. The other boy came by him and snatched back the hat. I walked to him. "You alright down there?"

"No, I need to be kissed to be awoken," Ness said with his eyes closed.

"Welp, I guess I need to find one of those saving frogs." Ness popped up and dusted himself off.

"You know what, nevermind, I'm good."

"Yea, that's what I thought."

"I was trying to get you a hat from my friend Ninten, but he's a bitch and won't allow me to take one."

"You seemed to have stolen it."

"Well, um, shut up, we have a movie to catch."

"You were the one late. I don't even know why you're a therapist."

"I told you, the writer is just a lazy bitch who couldn't think of a better story." He then looked at a thing much similar to the time before as if it was a camera. He then snapped his fingers into finger guns. "Wassup you sexy readers. All yall sexy bitches." I looked at who he was looking at. It was the ticket man, who seemed absolutely frightened. He tucked underneath the booth.

"Come on, you're scaring him," I said pushing Ness into the theatre. We grabbed our expansive ass food for no money because, as Ness says it, the writer is too lazy to say we had any money. We entered the empty movie room, thing, I dunno. The movie started with a generic anime-y intro. Standing on a cliff, looking off in the distance, the wind blowing their hair, and the epic fight scenes that slightly spoil the future. "Wait a second, this movie is called Breakdown emotionally empty, that's why you brought us here?"

"Yup," Ness said.

"I hate you."

"Yea, whatever." The main Characters Luke, and Nessa were in love. I looked to him. He looked to me innocently. Nessa helped Luke through some tough times, and he was able to breakdown the wall that had prevented emotions to enter his body. That was the movie, short, and sweet.

"That was not long at all," I said.

"Well, I'm sure I can fix that," he winked.

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out eventually."

"I hate you."

"I love ya too."