Lucille's POV

"Hmm..." He smiled, walking into my office.
"Nice hair."

He hadn't shown up for an appointment in a couple days so I decided to take off my makeup, thinking he wouldn't come back.

Well fuck my life.

The way he sat down made it obvious something was irritating him.

"What's wrong?"

Confusion formed in those bright, metallic eyes of his.
"What do you mean?"


Andy's POV


She looks great without makeup.

Yes, I see that.

You should tell her.

She's my counselor, nothing more.

"What's wrong?" She frowned.

He keeps trying to take over my fucking life

"What do you mean?" I cleared my throat.

She sighed, scooting closer to me.
"Sweetheart, you can't answer a question with a question."

I didn't want to say anything but he forced me to.
"You look great today." My hand slaps over my mouth as I feel embarassment boil in my chest.

She giggles, curling a maroon ringlet around her ear.
"So... what have you been doing lately?"

Nothing because you haven't fucked someone in ages

"SHUT UP!" I growl.

"I'm sorry?" She slowly scoots back to her desk.

"N-no no, not you."

"Then who was it to?" I hear her pick up her clipboard.

What was I supposed to say?
"Writing song lyrics."

"Ummm... what?"

"I've been writing song lyrics."

"Really?" I wasn't sure whether it was amusement or disbelief layered in her voice.

"Yeah..."

"Well-"

She was cut off by a puffy-haired red head running in.
"MAGGIE IS SO ANNOYING!"

"And so are you, now get out, I have a patient."

She looks at me and blushes when I wink at her.

I couldn't see him, but I could sense he was right next to me.

You could get her and Lucille by the weekend if you listen to me.

"LEAVE ME ALONE!"

The girl frightenedly slams the door shut.

"I'm sorry about my sister, she's been staying with me for awhile and I'd thought I'd bring her to work so she wouldn't trash the house..."

She's smiling so big right now.

Is she?

You should turn around and look at her.

I obey and turn, seeing her distinct dimples and pearly white teeth.

She was so gorgeous.

I look back at the clock: 5:27

"So... I guess I should be leaving now..." I didn't want to scare her anymore.

"And I guess I should expect you tomorrow at 5:00." She smiles.

"Ok..." I slowly stand up.

"Also, I already have a diagnosis for you. Tomorrow of course."

A diagnosis?

I just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

"Oh, and Andrew,"

My head turns slightly.

"Have a blessed day." She grins.

Notes

I feel really fucking bad I haven't updated in awhile so here you guys go <3

~Emma