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Kapitel Elf - The Beans Are Spilt

"Why didn't you tell me something was wrong Lavender?" Oh shoot. Now I know I'm in trouble; he full-named me.

"It's not that easy Sebastian, it's like every time I even attempt to tell people about how I feel, they kinda just side step it and brush it off. After a while of that, it just feels like my feelings aren't important anymore." At this comment, Sebastian's eyes softened.

"Diamer, don't ever feel like that. I know that the world often makes us feel unimportant but you just have to get past that and talk to the right people. I know that's like the equivalent of telling a procrastinator to 'just do it' but sometimes it really be like that." Yeah, Diamer is a childhood nickname he gave me after my parents' names, though he hasn't used it in a while.

"How do I know who the right people are?!" I ask exasperatedly. "I tried to talk to you and America but you guys wouldn't answer. Like I get your parents took away your phones but it kinda hurt that you never really saw the signs of my deterioration. I thought we were in this together Seb." I say tearfully.

"I'm sorry Lav, that really is on me. Unfortunately I'm not as keen and observant as you are and I never really noticed a change in you... But that's why you need to tell me when something's wrong; I promise I won't judge or brush you off. And if I do, this is me, giving you permission to slap/punch/kick the living sh*t out of me." At this, I crack a wobbly smile at Sea, him returning a soft one back.

"Thanks Seb, that really means a lot to me."

"Of course Honey Bee, now come here and give me a hug."

I lean in for a what I was hoping was going to be a quick hug, but unfortunately Sebastian had other plans.

"Uh, Seb, can you let go now?" I ask. I never really was a fan of hugs or forms/displays of human affection; I guess you can pin it on how I was raised.

"Not happening Starlet, I love you to much to let go." I cringe hearing this.

"Okay okay, you may--

"Not may Starlet, stop belittling yourself. I do love you, so so much. I know I'm not that great of a friend but I promise to make it up to you for all the 'lost time.'"

"Alright, fine." I sigh, knowing that this was way easier said than done. Mental health issues aren't solved in a fifteen minute talk.

"I know your mind is still reeling Lavender. Can you do me a favour please? I know you're not as emotional as everyone else is, but do this for me. It'll be like your way of showing that you love me."

"Um okay, and what is that favour?"

Sebastian pulls me a bit closer, resting his head between my neck and shoulder. "Can you go to therapy please? I won't even force you to get anti-depressants cuz I know that those have really sketchy side effects. I'll even go with you, if you let me." he said hopefully.

"Seb, you know how I feel about this... And if people find out that the daughter of the CEOs of Sterling Enterprises is mentally unwell--

"Hey, take a breather there Starlet. We'll keep it under reps, I promise. I even have some connections at the mental health institute so we can do this without your parents knowing or the paparazzi. Oh! I know, we'll say that you're interning there so people won't get skeptical with your constant visits! You still want to go into the medical field right?" Sebastian says zealously.

"Uhm, alright! Yeah, we'll try that. But know that I'm only doing this because I really care about you and your opinions."

"Perfect! I'd like it if you mentioned yourself in there but I know you're incredibly altruistic.. a little too much I'd say."

"Hey I heard that last bit!"

"Yeah yeah okay. It's true tho!" Sebastian defends. "Now lets go talk to my auntie and get your therapy details finalized!"

Sebastian quickly gets up from his previous position on my shoulder and grabs my arm.

"Hey! You're going to pull off my arm!"

"Quit your whining Sweet Cheeks! I know you can handle a lot worse."

"Whatever."

"I love youuu! Now with haste! Or else I'll drive Creme!"

"What?! No! Get off me ya oaf!"

"Race ya! Loser takes shot gun!" Just as he says "loser" he bolts off of me in the direction of my key holder, the slick bastard.

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Hiya guys!

We're really happy to be back at this and really enjoying actually writing again. We felt like it would be a good idea to talk a little about mental health with all the quarantining that's happening right now. Remember, you're incredibly strong, beautiful/handsome, and intelligent. Don't let nobody tell you otherwise. If you need someone to talk to, feel free to talk to us, or Dia or me--lol that is if you have a favorite already.

How about lets start a comment chain right here about mental health issues we're dealing with and some kind words of advice? We'll start and you guys can follow.

Much love,

Kat