Adolescents of 5th Avenue

Chapter 3: Sebastian

I walked out of the office and down the hallway i had not long ago trudged through. When i got to the waiting room, my brother Stefan was sitting in the floral patterned chairs, twiddling his thumbs and biting his fingers raw. I sighed, which caused him to look up.

"You're all done?"

"All set." he nods, grasping this information and he leads me through the front door of the office. I wave as i walk out and i hear the receptionist's faint "have a nice day!"

When we get outside, the blistering heat balances the chill attained when sitting in an over air conditioned office. However, sweat already starts to form at my neck. I spot my brother's Mercedes® and hop in. He turns up the air and soon we're driving away and towards our home.

The car trudges up the steep driveway and i jump out of the car as soon as it stops. I stride to the front door and up the stairs, while listening for faint murmers of conversation amongst my brother and parental units. My phone beeps for the third time in the past 15 minutes. Grinning, I unlock my phone.

Blair: where the hell are you

Blair: do i need to send a SWAT team

Blair: help i need you its an emergency my friend is being a total asshole

I sigh, and knowing fully well when she answers im going to get an earful of her obnoxiously lovely voice, i call her.

"Oh wow so my best friend isn't dead, thanks for the tip!"

"Calm down Blair, I had an appointment I'll be there soon."

"well i need help with AP World History because we have a fucking final tomorrow and i need the glorious Sebastian to help me study....you said you'd be here an hour ago...when are you coming over?..."

She rambles on, and i put her on speaker as i grab a towel from the bathroom.

I run back to the phone and pick it up. "Ten minutes. Give me ten minutes and i will be at your side like a house maid."

She says nothing, but thats because i know she doesn't have to say anything. She's grinning on the other side of the phone. I hang up, jump in the shower and wash all of the "I was just at a therapist" look off me and get presentable.

My hair is still slightly damp but is drying in the heat. I look down at the clothes I had thrown on five minutes ago. Navy polo. Khaki trousers. Sperrys. Okay yeah i guess this is pretty good.

Bounding down the stairs, i slip outside the front door, slamming the screen behind me. I take a deep breath, and get into my brothers car. Whoops. Hope he doesn't mind too much. I shrug and shove the keys in the ignition.