Therapy [boyxboy] [slash] {{ON HOLD}}

Chapter 2

//Chapter Two// ...rewritten...

Within a few seconds, I sat up properly with my eyes wide staring at Will. A nervous chuckle breezed out of my lips. "I'm sorry. Can you say that again? It sounded like you just asked me, your best friend for several years, out on a date."

Will's face turned red in what I assumed as embarrassment. "Okay, let me explain. Remember Jess?"

I nodded. Jess was Will's ex girlfriend. They'd genuinely been together for nearly two years when she broke things off with him with no explanation. Just, poof, over. Funny thing was they always seemed so happy together. I was almost certain the blonde would forever hold Will's heart. But Will wasn't as broken up about it as I would've thought he'd be. He never found out why, but he said it didn't matter. Being his best friend, I knew he was dying to find out, but a man's pride overrides curiosity.

"Well she just found herself someone new. I... I didn't wanna make it seem like I'm not over her since I am. You know girls and their thought process. It's been months since the breakup and I haven't even gotten laid. Since you're my best friend, I was wondering if we could fake date. Just for a little while. I swear." In a pleading voice, he continued. "Pleaseeeee, Trent."

This was my best friend. My best friend who I was crushing on, but my best friend
nevertheless. I didn't matter that I had more than friendly feelings for him. What we'd be doing isn't real. I couldn't let my feelings blow up again. That was how I got where I was. Maybe I'd help him out, but one thing was for sure: I would never fall in love with him. If I did, I'd be damned.

I took one look into his entrancing hazel eyes and felt all my reluctances fly away. With a sigh, I agreed with feigning nonchalance. "Fine... but I call dibs on top."

Afterwards, Will and I decided we should probably first "practice" being a couple. It made sense in the moment, but now it just sounded plain stupid. Who the hell practices fake dating? Us, it seems. We agreed to going on a practice on Saturday to the movies then to his place to practice whatever else. I don't know about this, but I guess it's what you do for your friends.

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The days leading up to Saturday seemed agonizingly slow. I felt... something in my stomach. What the hell? Was I... nervous? For a date?

I shook my head at my stupid thoughts. I wasn't nervous for the date. I was just cautious for the sake of Will and I's friendship. Yeah, that's what it was.

Looking in the mirror for the hundredth time in the last hour, I examined how I looked. This was our practice date so it wasn't suppose to be formal or too casual. I put on a nice gray tee shirt with my dark, not ripped jeans. My inky black hair was messy as it usually was, but more like styled messy. Not too formal or casual. I wore my black Vans and of course my trademark leather jacket. I left all my bracelets and watches off for the night. Tonight didn't feel like an accessory night.

I put my phone in my back pocket after briefly checking the time.

6:45

Will was suppose to swing by and pick me up at seven. I know, I know. Shouldn't I be picking him up? Well, it seemed wrong for me to pick him up then us go to his house afterwards. The original plan was to come to my house afterwards, but younger siblings.

Since Will was an only child, we wouldn't have to worry about anyone hearing what we were saying or walk in on what we could be doing. I didn't know exactly what Will planned, but if I was coaching someone into a relationship, the techniques didn't seem like some I'd my siblings to see.

"Trent! Will's here for you!" Skylar screeched from downstairs. Shocked out of my thoughts, I made my way to the front door to find Will. He was dressed nicely as always. With his blue button up shirt and blue jeans that hung onto his athletic physique quite nicely, if I do say so myself.

"Ready, love?" Will said with a smirk as he turned to leave.

I rolled my eyes and followed him out the door and to his car. I got into the passenger seat as Will started the engine and it roared to life. He looked at peace with his baby, which was what he called his car. Although I found his fetish for his car a bit weird, I kept my mouth shut.
I played with the radio channels until I found a decent station.

"And now, One More Night by Maroon 5!"

As the radio host's voice faded, the song started. Now, I'd be lying if I said I hated all other musics besides rock and alternative. Older pop music was fine by me. Maroon 5 was pretty good in my opinion. Not to mention the leader singer, Adam Levine, was pretty damn good looking.

As the lyrics started playing through the speakers, I sang along. My singing voice was pretty horrible, but that hasn't stopped me before nor do I plan on starting tonight. "You and I go hard at each other like we're going to war! You and I go rough, we keep throwing things and slamming the door! You and I get so damn dysfunctional, we start keeping score! You and I get sick, yeah I know we can't do this no more!"

Will looked over at me with an amused expression on his face. He was used to me talking, laughing, insulting, glaring, but it was rare for me to sing . I guess all my fucks seemed to fly out the window.

"But baby there you go again, there you go again, making me love you! Yeah I stopped using my head, using my head, let it all go! Got you stuck on my body, on my body like a tattoo! And now I'm feeling stupid, feeling stupid coming back to you!"

Will's laughter encouraged me to keep going. If I was entertaining him, to hell with it. At least he was enjoying himself and so was I.

"So I cross my heart and hope to die! That'll I'll only stay with you one more night! And I know I said it a million times! But I'll only stay with you one more night!"

And that was how the rest of the car ride went. I sang along to every song that came on as Will either smiled as I did or sang along with me. I never knew a car ride could leave a person feeling so gleeful.

By the time we got to the theatre, we were all smiles and chuckles. We got our tickets, some popcorn, a soda, and went to watch Furious 7.

We took our seats in the back room and watched as the previews rolled on. I rested my hand on the arm connected to the chair that held our drink. Just as the lights dimmed, a warm hand slipped into mine and I couldn't ignored the way my heart started beating faster.

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The movie was good, I think. To be honest, I couldn't focus on the movie. Despite the fact I really wanted to watch it, my mind kept drifting off to other things, some were Will, Will's hand, and Will's plan.

Even after the movie ended, I found myself still thinking about him. Why did he choose me to fake date? Why does he have to be so good looking? Why do I have to have a crush on the guy I have absolutely no chance with? Why is he still holding my hand?

I glanced down at our entwined hands. Oddly enough, this felt... good. I was one for physical contact with pretty much anyone, even whoever I was dating at the moment be the person to be a male or female (I dated a few in middle school trying to pretend I was straight). No matter what, I always swayed away from the cuddling, hand holding, hugs, and basically anything besides kissing. It just always made me uncomfortable.

Well, maybe not always. Obviously my mind was fine with Will making that contact with me, maybe even craved it. I found myself dreading the moment when our hands would separate and Will's warmth left me.

Although it was completely selfish, I hoped that this would be a reoccuring thing. His inviting warmth made everything seem okay. That there was no need for what I planned to do in ten months, that it didn't matter if my parents weren't ever there, that what happened year ago was nothing but something I used to think about.

"Ready for practice?" I looked up at the hazel eyes I had grown accustomed to seeing daily. Glancing down at his lips, I saw a smirk playing on his lips. He'd planned something I probably should be scared of. Well, screw it. You're safe on the inside of the walls, but safe is so mainstream these days.

Flashing him a smirk of my own, I nodded my head. "If you are, Juliet."

He rolled his eyes and lead the way to his car. We got in and headed off to Casa de Darren.