Incubus

||| - 4

The semester is over and I am finished with exams. In front of me is an entire month at my disposal. I still have my part-time job but over the day I have free time. Most of that free time I spend with Mick and Andrew. Andrew kind of moved in with me and I am pretty happy about that. His apartment didn't look like a great place and I don't trust the one neighbor we saw.

It also has the advantage that Andrew can't slip away and ignore us anymore. I think he is doing better again. Still, he doesn't go out much and my compliments startle him more times than not. Mick and I make an appointment with the university therapist and since we spoke with her over the phone and painted her a picture of Andrew she set an appointment for him on Wednesday.

Mick and I weren't allowed inside but we had escorted him here and now we are waiting in the waiting room. I was lying on the bank my head in Mick's lap who played with my hair. We are the only people here. I guess after the exams no one saw the need anymore to let off steam with a therapist. The campus was empty in general.

The door opens and Andrew steps outside. Behind him, I see his therapist.

"Then I see you next week Andrew and please rely on your friends", she says and looks at me and Mick. "I don't see such good friends often." Then she says goodbye to all of us and closes the door.

"How was it?", asks Mick.

"It was okay. I talked a lot and she will get my medical file from my last therapist. It feels so weird to be in therapy again. I thought that was all behind me." Andrew lets his head fall. I walk up to him and hug him.

"Don't say that. Going to therapy is nothing bad. Besides, you will get better in no time. Now you have Mick and me on your side." Mick joins the hug and after a moment Andrew hugs us both.

"Come let's go. Who is hungry?", Mick asks. I raise my hand and Andrew follows so we make our way out of the building onto the open campus. We talk about what we should eat when Andrew suddenly stops. Mick and I turn around and look at him. He is staring at something and I follow his eyes.

On the other side of the grass field walks a couple. The brown-haired guy has his arm over the blond girl's shoulder. They aren't talking but both of them have a huge smile on their face.

"Who is that?", I ask Andrew who looks to the ground and I see his hand trembling.

"The girl I have a crush on", he says and corrects himself immediately: "Had. Had a crush on." I go up to him again and hug him.

"Hey, it is totally fine if you still have feelings for her. But I think she has a boyfriend now." I look back to them and they are staring at us. The guy is talking to his girlfriend and smiles.

"Yeah", Andrew says and his voice is angry and disappointed.

"Wait, is that the guy who insulted you on your date?", Mick asks him. Mick has also his eyes on the couple. I hear Andrew take a sharp breath in when the guy yells in our direction:

"Hey faggot, got yourself a little boyfriend?"

I think that is answering Mick's question. Andrew hides in my chest. I am shocked and Mick is looking the same.

'This little bitch. How can she get together with such an asshole? The guy is unbelievable.' My protective mode goes into overload and I know that I should not do anything but I can't stop. Now that I am dating Thomas I have so much energy and my judgment is maybe suffering a bit.

I push Andrew into Mick's arm, turn around and yell:

"Hey, asshole, got yourself a new little slut?"