The day I wrote a song about you

Chapter 15: Giraffe

"Can you stop eating for a second?"

Luca stopped eating half way through his banana and looked at me offended. "Hey, I'm growing, okay?" He leaned on the counter as he waited for his coffee.

"I can't understand how you and your girlfriend aren't obese."

"Uhm, what I can't understand is how can you even be standing." He frowned and turned to me as I took a sip of my coffee. "When was the last time you ate?"

"I'm having a coffee." I nodded to the cup as if he was dumb.

"Oh yeah, 'cause we all know coffee is food." He huffed.

"Well, it's not that disgusting plate full of bacon, eggs and chocolate syrup you just had." I smiled annoyingly at him.

"Im my defense I'll say I didn't know it was chocolate but it was good at the end." Luca mumbled. "Okay, I'm listening now." He finished his banana on one bite and crossed his arms over his chest before wiping his hands on his pants.

I scrunched up my nose. "Thank you." I sighed. "As I was saying, I found group therapy, I just gotta go once a week. I think I'll go-"

"Group therapy?"

"Yeah."

"I thought you were going to individual therapy." He looked at me serious.

"Yes, but I think this is going to help me more with my... my problem, you know." I gulped down my black coffee and put it in the dishwasher.

"Oh, and what is your problem?" I preferred when he wasn't listening to me to be honest, he was making me kind of nervous with that intent stare.

"Addiction." I muttered.

"Nico, no offense, but I think that you have way more problems than just that one."

"You're right. Why should I be offended?" I asked sarcastically as I chuckled.

"I'm sorry, but it's true. You just wanna go to that group therapy so you can avoid talking about other things. Things way more complicated." 

"You're a therapist now?" I raised an eyebrow. "I thought you'd be happy for me." I leaned on the counter and crossed my arms over my chest, too. I was already late for my Tuesday session, but I found out I really didn't care at all.

"And I am happy. But I don't think you're addressing it right."

I huffed and went towards the entryway to grab my jacket. "Who cares. It's not like it's gonna help me much."

"Why do you say that?" Luca yelled after me.

I grabbed my keys and turned around before opening the door. "Because it never does."

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It was the third day in a row that I came to the same spot outside this huge mall in the suburbs to sing. Sometimes when I felt too tired, I just sat down in one of the big flowerpot stands and played my guitar. I didn't wanna be alone at home with my thoughts and I also didn't want Luca to think that I was depressed or something, because I wasn't. So I avoided all that drama and sang.

I was singing Stop crying your heart out by Oasis. People gathered around me, some of them recorded with their phones. I didn't care, I loved the attention. There was this man with who I supposed was his daughter in his arms, moving her little hands as if she was dancing. I smiled at them and the little girl waved at me.

"Isn't that Nico?" I glanced up from my guitar to see two identical blond kids staring at me, confusion in their eyes. Someone behind them stepped forward and frowned, her green eyes staring at me with confusion.