Andy's POV

I slowly slid onto the creaky leather seat, laying down and waiting for Lucille to come back. She had went to check on her sister and Maggie, to make sure they were getting along, but I felt a little bit of withdrawal without her in there with me.

I felt I had no reason or purpose at all.

Suddenly, the click-clack of her heels approached and relief tingled in my chest.

"Hello, Andrew." She said with a small smile. This girl was going to be my downfall...

Get her off topic so we can get down to business.

I didn't want to hear him so as usual, I clawed at the inside of my wrist to shut him up. Sometimes it made a mark, sometimes it didn't, but I didn't want to have to listen to him for the rest of the session.

"Feeling okay?"

I nodded quickly and gently ran my palm across the scratches to ease some pain.

Lie number 1

Honestly, I would be happy just to listen to her talk with that captivating voice of hers...

You need to start talking so she doesn't think you're not interested.

"She wouldn't think that!" My thoughts blurted.

God I'm so fucking stupid I hate this fuck this fuck me kill me now oh my god

"Who?" Lucille didn't even seem phased.

"So... Um, my diagnosis?"

"Oh, yeah!" I heard papers shuffle in her direction.

Hopefully this isn't something you can't fix with meds, we need to get back in the game.

I scratched harder, the stinging shooting up my arm and my heart rate sped up. This was giving me sick, intoxicating pleasure. He and I both loved it.

"It seems you might have a case of-" She cut off, seeming unsure of things.

"Give it to me, Doc." He forces the sarcasm out and I almost feel like laughing. We have a love-hate relationship.

"Wanna play a game?" She teases.

Yes.

No.

"What do you mean?" I was as curious as he was, but terrified at the same time.

"Any game you want!" She giggled, scooting her chair close to mine and setting her hand on my shoulder.

I wanted to get close to her too, but I was paralyzed from the sudden contact.
"Like 20 questions?"
Getting close to her might have to be emotional contact.

She hesitated but agreed to it.

"You first." She softly whispers.

Ask her something that will get in her thoughts.

Did he actually have a good idea for once?

"When was your last relationship?"

Bingo.

She was silent and I thought I could hear her heart pounding.
"About a year ago."

Damn.

"My turn." Her voice gains confidence.
"Who do you turn to for advice?"

How could I tell her that?

"My friends, I guess..."

"Like who?"

Really. For real bro.

"My bandmates."

Lie number 2

"I heard you don't really talk to them anymore." She said as if she expected me to say that.

"I have friends outside of my band too, ya know." I growl and sink further into the chair.

"Like who?" She takes a deep breath before I can answer.
"I'm not saying you don't have any, I'm just asking who they are..."

Don't say anything

"He doesn't really like to talk to anyone." I can answer with my own words, right?

"But he talks to you?"

"Sometimes, but when I need him the most, he decides to disappear."

She hums, I could almost feel her thinking.
"He doesn't seem like a very reliable person."

"TAKE THAT BACK!"

Did he just...

Notes

OH MY GOD I AM SO FUCKING SORRY GUYS AJDGJXLAKADJ
-Emma