Jack was running a bit behind schedule that morning. He had slept in and missed his ride with Laurain so he ended up running to the office building in which he would spend the next 6 hours enduring the most uncomfortable experience of his life. He arrived at the building, right near his school, and made his way up the elevator to the room he was instructed to by the receptionist in the front lobby. He burst through the door out of breath and shaking from the journey.
"S-sorry I'm late." Jack stuttered, taking a seat on the couch beside an older boy he assumed was part of his group.
"It's fine Jack, thank you for coming. My name is Dr. Kim. Our group is going to be quite small this month, in fact, I believe it's just the two of you. Now why don't you both get acquainted while I go get my note pad." Dr. Kim seemed nice enough, but she talked in such a serious way that it put Jack on edge.
"Hey, I'm Kellin." The older boy introduced himself, sticking out his hand. He had long, black, strangely hair, and big almond shaped eyes. He wasn't covered in them, but he did have a few tattoos. Including something written on his chest, but Jack couldn't quite make out what it said. He accepted the hand shake, and forced a smile.
"Jack." "What are you here for Jack?" Kellin asked politely, trying to move along the awkward small talk they both felt obligated to partake in.
"It's um a long story." Jack mumbled, staring down at the ground.
"I have time."
"Well uh my parents died a few months ago, I became homeless, I met a guy, we started secretly seeing each other, I moved in with him, he told me I'm worthless and he kicked me out. Now I live with the woman that works at the local soup kitchen, and I want to kill myself..." Jack looked him directly in the eyes and Kellin shied away.
"Oh.." He said. Jack knew he had gone too far, this guy was just a stranger, he didn't give a fuck.
"You?"
"Oh well um I have some anger issues and uh yea.." Kellin muttered, avoiding eye contact with the boy.
Whelp it was official, Jack ruined every thing once again with his obnoxious problems.
Dr. Kim had returned not long after Jack had ruined the wholesome conversation with his screwed up life. They mostly just talked about their feelings and what they're interested in. He found out some cool things about Kellin. Like the fact he was 21. And he had a band, but they were on hiatus while he rediscovered himself. He was a pretty cool guy actually, too bad he had ruined what could have been a new friendship. Oh well. Jack was used to wrecking things. Laurain was coming to pick him up at 4, so he had an hour to kill in the lobby. He decided to just sit on the couch and listen to some music. Maybe that would be enough to make him forget about all the terrible things he'd caused lately.
"What are you listening to?" A voice asked.
"Second and Sebring by Of Mice & Men..." He said subconsciously. He couldn't hide the surprise on his face when he turned and saw the voice belonged to Kellin.
"I love that song" Kellin smiled, taking ta seat beside Jack, "Listen... I have something to tell you."
"Oh um what?"
"I know you probably think I'm a complete asshole now, but I'm sorry for acting so weird back there when you told me about your family and stuff. It's just that it reminded me of well me when I was your age. I tried committing suicide a few years ago. For a few different reasons. But luckily someone stopped me before I was successful. And since that day, I've worked my hardest to turn my life around and live my life to the fullest, appreciating every moment. When you told me your story, it just, I don't know. It brought back so many emotions that I just didn't know what to say. I'm sorry Jack."
"Oh it's okay" He whispered.
"Hey, wanna come grab a coffee?" Kellin asked grabbing Jack's hand. Jack flinched but for some reason he didn't pull away. He wanted to. But he just couldn't. Something about Kellin just made him feel so warm and fuzzy inside.
"Sure" Jack smiled. And for the first time in the past two days, it was a true, genuine smile. Straight from the heart.
Alex couldn't believe how hard it had been just to get through a single day with Jack by his side. Every time he turned around he expected to see the boys crooked smile and messy hair but he never did. All that was ever there was Max making out with Sam while he made sure Alex was still miserably alone. Somehow though, he managed to survive. He thought the worst of it was over. He thought he would just go home, and hide in his dreams for the rest of the day. He was wrong.
"I've never been in love. I though I was once. Just yesterday actually. It's funny how things can change so much in such a short fucking time." Alex recognized that voice, and it brought tears to his eyes. It was Jack. Alex turned around and sure enough, Jack was sitting on a bench outside of Starbucks just across the street. But he wasn't alone. He was holding hands with some fucking emo kid. Really? Not even 24 hours, and he'd moved on. What a fucking slut.
"What was his name?"
"Alex..." Jack's voice broke and his lip began to quiver. But Alex didn't notice. He ran home, and collapsed onto his bed. He couldn't believe it. He was doing all of this just to protect that little bastard, and he's making kissy faces with a random scene fail. All he wanted was to keep his baby safe, but it was all back firing. His world was being torn apart, and there was no one there to pick up the pieces behind him. He couldn't take the pain. It had only been one fucking day and he was already falling to his knees. His heart couldn't take one more second of this, yet he still had the rest of his life to get through. What the hell was he going to do...
