“Who knew, we're actually redoing a story,” Alex looked at his phone as he spoke to his newly made boyfriend Ezekiel.

“What do you mean, redoing?” he asked the other, looking confused.

“I mean, never mind, didn't you say you had something to say to me earlier?” he said to him, still not taking his eyes off his phone so he wouldn't have to deal with awkward unnecessary eye contact.

“Holy shit it's the day of, I'm terrible at this but, have you ever seen a therapist?”

“Fuck no, those things are super forced and I'm terrible at speaking to random strangers honestly,” he put his phone down.

“Well I… kinda signed you up for one a few weeks ago, I forgot to tell you until the day of I'm so sorry-”

“When the fuck is it,” he glared at him slightly annoyed that he hadn't told him when he signed up for it.

He looked at him awkwardly, “in two hours…?” he chuckled.

“What the fuck that gives me like zero minutes!” he ran into the shower to get himself ready for the day.

“... I said two hours…” he signed and laid down on his bed, waiting for Alex to get out of the shower.

After like ten minutes he got out of the shower and flopped onto the bed, exhausted, “fucking shit why,” he looked up at Ezekiel, “bitch I'm fucking gay.”

“Yes Alex, we all know you like me,” he pat his wet head… wet head ha, that rhymes.

“W-when’s the thing- with the thing…?” he asked tiredly.

“Don't worry about it, it looks like you need some sleep.”

“Bitch I can't fucking sleep.”

“Yeah you can-”

“Fuck it, let's just talk about ducks or something.”

“I like ducks.”

“I know- I mean cool super cool.”

Guess what time skip.

“And Then we all died, the end.”

“Can I ask how we got there,” Ezekiel stood up and dragged Alex to the closet, “get dressed mother fucker.”

“But the real question is whose mother did I fuck?”

He groaned, “Alex, I told you to go to sleep.”

“Well too fucking bad, dress me I'm tired,” he put his arms up to let the other take off his shirt.

“I-I don't think we're in that kinda relationship yet-”

“Well you steal my shit so it's only fair.”

He rolled his eyes and took the shirt off of him, he poked his abs before Alex told him to stop and how it was invasive.

Alex looked more professional but less cute in his normal clothes.

“Is there anything off,” he asked blankly at his partner.

“Nope, you look pretty cute,” he kissed his forehead.

Alexander Leighton Annabell Jones started blushing immensely, “r-right now?”

“Always,” he pat his shoulder before pushing him to the door, “you need to go.”

“Well…” he chuckled, “I'll see you if I ever get out of that prison.”

“It's not a prison.”

“Well see you when I die trying to get outta there.”

“You're not going to die,” he smiled.

“Whatever, as you say babyyy,” he did a finger guns awkwardly and walked backwards into the door.

Ezekiel laughed and Alex turned around and opened the door, embarrassed as he walked out. Ezekiel then realized, “fuck I didn't give him the location,” so he texted it to him.

Luckily Alex got the text after stepping into his car and not while he was driving to nowhere.

He walked into the place and sat down in the waiting room. He looked around, “ugh half of these people look normal and the other half look horribly retarded,” he thought to himself but probably almost said it out loud. He looked for someone, ‘normal,’ in his opinion at least and asked them, “what's this place called?”

The person raised an eyebrow, “it's just a normal office building I guess, now scram.”

Alex scooted away and waited for someone to call him like a dentist or a doctor would.

And then a nice young lady did so, “Alexander Jones?” she shouted.

Alex got up and walked towards the woman, “what do you want.”

“You're here for an appointment, right? Someone else signed you up for it, did you know of this?”

“Yeah I knew… the day of.”

She sighed, “well, do you know why he didn’t tell you at first?”

He shrugged, “I don’t know, but you know what I do know? That I’ll be forced to be here for at least an hour.”

“Well not forced,” she responded back, “if you like you can leave and we don’t tax you for that, but if he made you come here there must be a reason.”

“Well uh…” the therapist started walking to her office room, making Alex walk at the same pace as her, “you see, I have a lot of problems…”

“Which one do you think could be the reason?” she asked, sitting down on a comfy couch in the middle of the room. The walls of the room were actually pretty plain but the decoration around the room made up for it. The room looked very personalized, with tons of pictures of friends and family members, she seemed very outgoing and easy to talk with.

He, Alex, looked around the room since it’s new and he’s not quite used to it yet, “I don’t know… who are you anyways…? You look like someone I’ve seen before…” he crossed his arms.

“I’m Melody Lrignaf, but you can just call me Melody, or Miss Lrignaf- whatever you like,” she looked a bit awkward, shuffling through her purse for her clipboard, “so, Alex, quick question before we go into this, do you know the name of who signed you up for this? If so, are they a friend, family member? I just want to know so if I should do family therapy-”

“Noooo wayyyy, don’t you dare bring my family into this. My real parents are proably sucky- and my step-parents… they take such good care of me I don’t want them dealing with any of my bullshit.”

She blinked, “so then who called for you to be here? You must know there name if you know they asked for us to have a session with you.”

“Ezekiel… he’s the one who called you I think, well he’s the one that told me that he did it…”

“And what’s his relationship with you? Friend? Brother? Cousin’s dog’s friend’s neighbor?”

And then, Alex started to panic, “u-uh sadly none of those but-”

“But what?” she did a stare at him, with a creepy, probably accidentally, smile on her face.

“H-he’s my boyfriend…” he revealed, starting to tense up, hoping she wasn’t homophobic or something.

“OMG really!?” the smile grew as she wrote down something on her clipboard, “I bet you two are soooo cute! So why did you even come anyways? Besides because of your looooove for him,” she giggled.

“Well I told you about those problems…”

“And those problems would be…?” she clicked her pen and looked at him.

And then he gave up and went into full on honest panic mode, “I don’t know! There are too many to fucking pick from! And why do you even wanna know anyways!? Are you gonna tell the government!? MY PARENTS!? Don’t you fucking dare try me or I’m gonna get you killed!”

“Uh… well since you have multiple and you don’t know the source of whatever problem it is, how about you go to the special forces down at kissy town?”

“Kissy town…?”

“They’re just a cute lil couple that’ll help you with your couple! I think they’ll know better than a girl like meeeee.”

He rolled his eyes, “fine fine. You can do that but that doesn’t mean I trust any of you!”

“Cool, cool,” she writes down something else on her clip board and stands up, tugging at Alex’s arm, “let’s go then, Gregory leaves at seven!” she raced down the hallway and pushed Alex into his office, putting the clipboard on his side table and closed the door before anyone could say, ‘whom the fuck.’

He now stood awkwardly in the room and Gregory looking right back at him.

“Well… um, I see that we have an unexpected visitor… who dares come into my room!?” he stood up and pointed his pencil at him.

The blondie slowly raised his hands up, “I was forced here I’m an innocent.”

Gregory blinked, “oh, sorry,” he put the pencil behind his ear and sat back down, “well what did Melody, which is who pulled you into here, say you were supposed to do here?”

“Something about my many MANY problems,” he stated.

“Okay, I’m gonna have to get John over here and then we’re gonna have to run some tests on you, it’ll be nothing too personal, is this all okay with you?” he asked.

He sighed, “fine, but only if Ezekiel says yes, I wanna be home as soon as possible to make him dinner…”

When Alex had left for the day, it was Ezekiel’s time to play. He eventually got bored though, and started looking through Alex’s stuff like a Shawn.

“But why shouldn’t I look through his stuff?” he asked himself, “besides the obvious of course. Well I could probably bring up something from the past in the future so why not?” and then he started looking through his bag of stuff, eventually finding a diary. It stated that it was called, ‘book 1,’ meaning that maybe, just maybe, there were multiple.

“Well, even if it says it’s just a book, it looks more like a journal or a diary, depending on what he writes in it,” he flipped through the book until he found the first entry, instead of the year, it stated how old he was, because it looked like he only wrote in it once or twice a year. In the first entry, he was six and didn’t have very good handwriting.

Dear book, you’re a book… congrats. You suck a lot though, the paper is too thin and it keep ripping. But I am going to try to write stuff in here when I’m feeling things because I feel things a lot. I remember I was at the doctor’s a few months ago and they were talking about this thing called depression and how it like, makes you feel, ‘shitty,’ or something. I don’t know what that word means. Well I feel bad a lot of the time so is that what shitty means? Maye I have depression, but I still don’t really know what it is so I don’t know. Well I have to eat dinner and I hate dinner but at least my step-parents aren’t my real parents. They suck for sending me to some suck-y place Fuck them… I said a curse word haaaaaaa. I hope they die and then die again until they die. Bye. -Alexander

Ezekiel read this monstrosity and looked at it all wide eyed, “why did he know curse words when he was six…?” he asked himself, a little bit scared of this tiny gremlin. But then, there was more, at age eleven.

Fuck I think I just met the love of my fucking life. Fucking hell. He’s so cute with his little face and all that oh my God I love him. Okay fine his name is Ezekiel ya’ll snitches will probably find out about it anyways. Ugh I’m so cringy omg. Well he’s also so pretty and his voice is so soothing his name is so beautiful too I just wanna say it out loud over and over again but that would be weird and then he’d notice me and maybe think I’m weird for saying his name out loud even though he doesn’t know me what if he thinks I’m a creep like omg no that would ruin everything he can never know how I feel or he’ll never love me I just need to hide my emotions until I find the right time to say something but not any of the creepy stuff. Well… I have to go pretend to eat dinner, bye. -Alexander

“Oh... “ Ezekiel kinda just stared, he felt bad about never noticing him as a kid, but then he became sixteen.

Today I learned that Ezekiel likes ducks!!! Maybe I should get him some? But they’re alive and by the time he even sees them they’d be dead and it’d be more like a horror movie than a romantic one. Horror movies are cool though. I hate how they always put some random mental disorder like that’s their reason for murdering people it’s like, ‘oh this guy has ocd and that means he can’t stand if people do something outta place and if they do they die!!!’ Like wtf that’s not how it works lol. Anyways I’m proud of one and only one thing, how many pictures and things I now know about Ezekiel. +w+ I love him so much! I wish he’d fuck me until I FUCKING DIED. YEE MAKE ME DEAD. HE’S THE PUREST MAN ALIVE. I love everything about that boy!!! Even his flaws!!! Sometimes he clicks his tongue when he’s alone and bored, it’s feels like he’s trying to flirt with me. <3 <3 <3 I wish that he could know about my crush, but I feel like he’d think I’m weird and then be disgusted by me. He could never like anyone as horrible as me, like I murdered a bitch and I feel like that’d get in the way or something, well I could just not tell him but then he’d probably find out somehow… he said he wants to be a police officer when he grows up!!! So cute!!! Aak, I have to go throw away my food and then stare at a wall for at least five hours. Unlike that bitch, peace.

Ezekiel right then and there, regretted his entire life and ever looking at this thing, “damn it there’s still more… well I’m gonna assume that ages eleven to nineteen are mostly due to hormones… let’s just skip to the latest one…”

Wait shit- fuck- hell- what the shit he fucking likes me back. I can’t believe my fucking eyeballs stab ‘em with a stick. I thought he’d hate to be around me, like I suck a lot. Like, even after that bitch ass showed him all those murders of the hellspawns! Who knew! I can’t wait until we can ditch this horrid college campus so we can get married! Like I heard in like, the bible or something it says no fucks before marriage. Wait it’s no sex. Yes, you can’t give any fucks before marriage, especially about the person you love. Ha. Well, if he doesn’t wanna wait I’m just fine with it too, like if he wants to put my di-

And then Ezekiel immediately shut the book and threw it onto the floor, he wasn’t just about to read another smut fic about him and Alex. And then, as a normal Christian man would, he took crosses from his pockets and started throwing them at the book, “be gone, sinful book!” he threw a couple more, but then was interrupted by his phone ringing. He quickly stopped throwing crosses and answered the phone, “hello? What do you need?”

“Hello, this is Gregory, one of the therapists from- like- Alex is here with me in the room and he won’t let us test him without your permission. It’s just some mental tests to see exactly where he needs help and such, that’s all, could you like, say yes or something?”

“Well sure, as long as you don’t go too hard on him, he has a big test Monday and that’s already stressing him out, I don’t want him to be crying on Sunday night, telling me how he’s gonna fail even though his English grades are fine.”

Okay, thank you for answering, some people don’t… see you later,” Gregory hung up, put his phone away, and turned to face Alex, “okay so he said that we can test you, as long as we don’t stress you out. If we start to stress you out, please let me or John know, I don’t want to be a burden.” He then walked out of the room to get John. Alex was confused by this all so he accidentally ended up following Gregory even though he didn’t even need to in the first place.

They all sat down and Gregory got the clipboard and flipped to a new page, ready for John to ask and for him to write down questions. He then handed John the clipboard as he looked nervously at him.

John took a deep breath and looked over at the patient, “um, hello, I’m John- another therapist that works here-” Greg nudged him, “ow, I mean a person that can help you,” he put out a hand for Alex to shake it, but Alex just stared at it and John put his hand back into his lap, “so… not much of a… hand shaker… I see. So, we have a few questions for you, is it okay if we ask them to you?”

Alex nodded as he looked in another direction, probably at some photo on the wall.