Therapy [boyxboy]

Two

It's another cold September day. And I found myself sitting on my couch sipping a hot coffee, while watching whatever was on TV. I can hear my mom humming in the kitchen while she prepares supper. Theres nothing like a nice lazy Tuesday. 

"So how did therapy go yesterday?" My mom called from the kitchen.

I turned my attention towards the kitchen. Our house was decently small, considering it was just my mother and I. I Never minded it though, it always felt so cozy. 

"It was okay I guess, we just sat around and talked about our feelings." I had my mouth on the edge of my coffee cup, letting the steam warm my upper lip. Waiting to take a drink. 

"That's good, its good to talk about your feelings. Lord knows you never talk to me about them, you have all this pent up sadness." I could hear the frown on her face. 

I scrunch my face up at that. I never was someone who loved talking about my feelings. I just had so many and didn't want to burden someone with my issues. I loved my mom more than anyone, which was why I didn't let her know about the darkest parts of myself. Except I can't help from her seeing the 'episodes' I have. Although they are rare, they happen, and its not a pretty sight, especially for a mother. 

"yeah."

I didn't know what else to say, I couldn't tell her I hated the session. She only wanted me to be happy, and I couldn't blame her. I just didn't want to admit I needed help, It's so much easier to deal with it without people knowing. Everyone just gives me a sympathetic look and walks on eggshells around me. It was no wonder I didn't have friends, they all found my episodes to be too much to handle.

Eventually my mom walks out with two plates of spaghetti in her hands. She smiles at me and sets the plates on the coffee table in front of the couch. I return the smile and grab my plate after thanking her. This was normal routine for us. We never really ate at the dining table, there was no point. 

"What are we watching?" She smiled taking her first bite of spaghetti.

"friends."

"ooh I love friends!"  I smiled and let a little chuckle out, shaking my head. You would think my mom was my best friend rather than, well, my mom.

"yeah, I know."

A comfortable silence coated the room and I was left to my thoughts. I wondered if maybe it was a good idea to go to therapy on Monday, for my moms sake. She was right, I didn't talk to anyone about my feelings and maybe this whole therapy thing could be good for me. I hated that my mom had to see me when I would get sad. And maybe therapy could also help me in the friend department, to find someone who understood what I was going through and wouldn't leave me when things got messy.

yeah, that'd be nice.

~~Gatz~~

The house was silent when I got home. Not that I expected anything different. It was just me and my dad, which of whom was never home. He was always working late hours at the office, which was expected seeing as he was the CEO of the company. I didn't mind the silence too much, it was just the big empty house I hated. It made me feel so small and insignificant. 

I didn't understand why we even needed such a big house. My mom died when I was young so it's pretty much been just my father and I, besides the occasional girlfriend my dad would bring home. They never stayed long, especially when they would find about me and my condition. 

I happened to have something called Lupus. It's an autoimmune disease where my immune system attacks its own tissues. I have Lupus nephritis, which effects my kidneys. It doesn't disrupt my daily life too much besides all the medication and fear of my kidneys failing. But my dads girlfriends couldn't handle the thought of being around a 'sick kid' no matter how mild it was. They also couldn't handle how much money it costed my father in medical bills and medications. Let's just say a lot of his girlfriends didn't always just like him for his good looks and personality. 

I think my dad resented me because of this. Like it was my fault I was sick. I could tell the late hours spent at the office weren't just because of his work, but more a way to avoid me and my disease. Instead he decided to send me to therapy.

I didn't like talking about my disease, so the idea of therapy and having to talk about it terrified me. I didn't like the sympathetic looks it caused, so I never told anyone.

I sighed and threw my jacket on the couch as I walked by. I made my way into the kitchen to grab snack. Our kitchen was huge and was always stocked to the brim with food and snacks. The only bonus to having a rich father and big kitchen, I never went hungry. 

I took this time to think about my first therapy session. Don't get me wrong, I hated every second of it, but I couldn't help but think of the cute boy that sat next to me. Steven. He was handsome and seemed to dislike the meeting as much as I did. I watched him throughout the meeting and noticed he fidgeted a lot, seemingly a nervous tick, it was cute. He made me look forward to next weeks meeting. 

I smiled at the thought of seeing him again. I only talked to him for a brief moment outside of the building, but I already knew we were going to become great friends. He seemed like the type that needed a little spice added to his life, and I was definitely willing to be just that for him. I'm determined to break this boy out of his shell. And I wouldn't mind if it became something more, he was the cutest boy I've ever seen, that's assuming he's gay too. 

I finished my snack and headed towards the staircase that led to the second floor, where my room was. It was already late in the afternoon and I was exhausted. I pushed my bedroom door open, closing it behind me. I made my way over to my bed, falling into it with a sigh.

Monday is going to be a good day.

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Thanks for reading! This chapter was some more character development, hence why it was shorter.

The good stuff is coming next chapter :)