this chapter is kinda lame. whatever.
Episode? Fuck you Doctor Dick.
"This band that your in, it is your career, am I right?"
I nodded. What was he getting at here.
"Your brother is the 'frontman' as they call it,"
Man, this guy was historic. I bet he had a pet fucking dinosaur as a kid. Again I nodded.
"It can be frustrating that he never lets you speak, but he probably has that 'frontman' mentality. It's a superiority complex,"
Why was he telling me all this shit I already knew.
"This is not your problem. It's his, and you can't let it get to you. You basically have to say, this is my brother, and my bandmate, and I can't allow his actions to control me. Especially if I want to continue with this career I am so passionate about."
Great. Can I go? Wait, breathe. I said I was going to start trying. "That's so true. Everything's always been about him, why the fuck would that change now?"
He was always caught off-guard when I swore. It was hysterical.
"Exactly. You're beginning to understand, and I'm glad. You've come a long way. You were so unresponsive at the start," he chuckled.
He looked at his watch. "You're sessions over, is there anything else you'd like to talk about?"
"One thing." I asked, "Is it wrong for someone else to motivate you to get better?"
He gave me a look, "Of course not! If you want to get better, your motivation is not important."
"Everyone's been telling me that its wrong,"
"Are they your therapist?"
I shook my head.
"Oh, and I'd like to send you home overnight. Then you can come back and we'll see how it goes. Alright?"
"Yes!" I squeaked, "That would be amazing."
"Alright, lets do that this weekend. Saturday?"
I nodded, and walked out of the office. I found Brooklyn and told her my news. She seemed less than excited, and her eyes looked as if they had been crying for a while. In my selfish excitement, I failed to notice.
"Brookie, what's wrong?" I asked, sitting next to her on the couch.
"Do you have a smoke?" she asked.
I nodded, and took her hand, leading her outside. "What's wrong babe?" I asked, handing her a cigarette.
"It's nothing really, I just... told my therapist everything. It was really hard."
Everything? "Oh, what did you tell them?" Stupid question.
Tears rolled down her cheek, "I don't think I can talk about it again."
"I'm sorry that was a dumb question," I placed my hand on her back and moved it up and down.
She let out a small laugh, "It's not that, I just can't tell you yet. But I will one day."
I smiled, "Alright."
She turned her body toward me and hugged me.
"I'm sorry I ruined your news before," she said, "That's awesome that you get to go home."
"Yeah, I'm excited."
"I wish I could come with you," she sighed.
"Me too Brookie,"
It was Saturday. I. Was. Packing. Holy good fuck, my own bed, my own food, my own TV CHANNELS. I was so fucking pumped. All I would miss was Brook.
"Pssst," I heard from the doorway.
I looked over and saw Brooklyn. I walked over to her and hugged her, "Hey babe," I whispered.
She pulled away, "I have some good news."
"What's that?" I asked, returning to packing.
"Since I spilled everything to the doctor guy, and I've been 'clean' for a week and some. I get to leave, for the afternoon,"
My mouth fell open. "What?!"
She smiled, really wide. I hugged her, lifting her off the ground. "You're telling me we get to be alone all afternoon!"
She nodded, that smile still plastered on her face.
I was so excited, I was ready to burst. "I'm almost finished," I said. I grabbed everything I had set out in one big handful and shoved it all in my bag. "Done, lets go,"
She laughed at me. I grabbed and her hand to lead her out, "Wait, Mikey, I doubt they'll let me go with you."
She was right. I grabbed my wallet out of my back pocket and took out some money. "Here, my ride is on their way, you call a cab and ask them to take you to this address." I grabbed a pen off my dresser and scribbled my address on the twenty. "How does that sound?"
She grinned. "Okay,"
"I gotta go, Frankie's probably waiting." I gave her a very quick kiss.
She bit her lip, "I'm nervous," she whispered.
"Relax Brookie, everything will be fine. I gotta go,"
I rushed out to the doors, where Alice so kindly let me out. I was practically running to the front entrance. Frank was infact there waiting. I jumped into the car, "DRIVE!" I yelled, so hyper.
Frank laughed and peeled out of the parking lot.
We drove to a Starbucks to fuel up, then to my house. We waited on the front steps for Brook, smoking up a storm. I told him about my day in the rubber room. And how my feelings for Spencer had done a complete 180.
"I knew you'd end up in there," he joked.
"Yeah, well," I replied, pulling out yet another cigarette. "Hey, where's that girlfriend of yours?"
"Kat? At home, why?" he asked.
"Why don't you give her a call, the four of us can get dinner or something," I suggested.
He gave me a look, "Forgetting someone?"
I shot the look right back, "Who?!"
"Your brother, you should call him. I'm sure him and Jacey would be up to joining."
I sighed. "Yeah, you're probably right," This dinner was going to be interesting.
A/N: I realize this chapter is fluff. Drama will ensue. Promise. And yes Kat, that is you as Frank's gf. I figured since I didn't put Alicia in the story, no one else should have their real girlfriends. ANYWAY. Enjoy. READRATEREVIEW I SAY!