“So… first question, what was your childhood like?” he asked him, ready to write something down.

“Can you give me a time zone… I don’t know how to exactly answer that…” he mumbled.

“What was that?”

Gregory whispered what he said into his ear, feeling that Alex wouldn’t want to repeat it again.

“Oh, and I guess ages three to eight. Ages one to three are like toddlerhood and no one remembers that.”

“Well ages two to five were the worst years of my life…” he mumbled again.

“Why was that…?”

He glanced at John and then looked down, “I don’t wanna answer that…” he bit his lip slightly.

“Next question, do you ever have depressive or reckless thoughts?”

“Pass.”

Have you ever seen anything that wasn’t there?”

“No…? That’s Samuel’s field.”

“What? I mean never mind, do you always bathe and eat, like basic necessities?”

“Eating isn’t a basic necessity…”

Gregory glanced between Alex, John, and the clipboard, trying his best to write down everything important while this was all going down.

“Uh, yes it is?”

“No, a real basic necessity is carrying a weapon, without that shit you die.”

“Wait so are you carrying a weapon right now?-”

“Stick to the questions, ask random stuff later!” Gregory snapped.

John raised an eyebrow, “what the actual fuck he might be getting ready to kill us!”

“You can talk about this after the questions.”

“Fine… overall, how do you feel right now?”

“Uncomfortable as shit.”

“Why is that?”

“Pass…”

He groaned, “fine, how are your social skills?”

“Awkward or faked slightly. I am not confident in myself,” and then he did the finger guns again.

“Two more questions, unless there’s another side-”

“There isn’t,” Gregory was trying his best but he was still writing down the last question’s answer.

“Do you believe that we could help you with whatever problems you’re having?”

“No, ya’ll suck.”

“... Final question, what do you think is the problem?”

“Well, I’m fucking depressed as hell, I’ve tried to kill myself at least once if I did more than once I forgot, it was in like, high school, eh it doesn’t matter but ehhh, I’m a fucking insomniac but no one seems to fucking get it and my meds for depression only kinda work and I was too much of a pussy to get ones that did I don’t wanna seem like a burden but I just wanna feel happier but usually that’s too much for a person and then I get even more depressed. I’m also pretty stupid but nothing’s really come up for that yet.”

The therapists kinda just looked at him like he was suddenly floating in the sky, “um well, you don’t seem very stupid, you know how to make good sentences. And if you need new medication you could always ask me, I’m the one that can actually give you medicine.”

“Ugh, you don’t understand…” he stood up and turned to look at them, “I’m leaving-”

And then, just only then, Gregory also stood up and tapped a glass with his pencil, “hello everybody! I have some guesses,” and then sat back down.

Alex groaned and sat back down as well, crossing his arms, “fucking fine.”

“Well, something bad must’ve happened to you in your childhood, you saying that it was the worst years of your life, you might have depression, you don’t eat very much, and you don’t trust us,” he started heaving because he usually doesn’t talk that much and then ran out of the room and into a closet.

“Well duh I don’t trust you, you haven’t done anything to make me trust you.”

“Well yeah you… you obviously have some walls up and you really need to break them down if you wanna have a session here.”

“I didn’t even wanna come here in the first place!”

“Then why the FUCK are you even here!?”

“CUZ I’M FUCKING GAY!”

“ME TOO!”

“GOOD! NOW FUCKING COMFORT YOUR GAY ASS BOYFRIEND AS I RUN BACK TO MY FUCKING CAR!”’

John didn’t say anything for a minute, “... boyfriend?”

“Yeah, the other gay- I mean guy. Melody said you were down in kissy town or something.”

“What?”

“Never mind, I’m going bye,” then he ran to his car and drove home. Ezekiel had texted him a few minutes before, but his phone’s on silent so he didn’t see it.

When he got home he opened the door to see all of his things on the floor. He looked around, kinda confused, “why the FUCK is my shit on the floor? Did you try cleaning… AGAIN?” he yelled as he sat on the floor and started putting his books and stuff back where they were before hand.

“No way, I’ve never cleaned ever since that thing with Gered,” he got outta the bathroom where he came from and sat on the bed, looking at his bf.

Alex raised an eyebrow, “what the fuck happened with Gered?” he asked picking up one of Ezekiel's crosses, “also why are your crosses on the floor? Were you tryin’ to talk to God again or some shit.”

“Oh, Gered told me to clean the house while he went to go get drunk even though I’m pretty sure he was underage back then, so I tried to do the laundry and it ended up flooding the dorm. Also your diary sinful.”

“Okay so never let you do any chores involving water or soap okay. Also also why the fUCK were you going through my book one.”

“I was bored, okay? I didn’t know what to do so I decided to be a snoop.”

He rolled his eyes, “fine fine whatever…” and then just then, he regretted every single thing he had written in that diary, “wait how much of it did you read-”

“All of it,” he responded, “and I pronounce it all sin! I’m assuming ages thirteen to eighteen are hormonal but besides that you have no excuse.”

“Excuse for what? Writing sin?” he raised an eyebrow.

“Well yeah,” he stated blankly.

He sighed, “also I honestly doubt any of that shit was hormonal.”

“How? You can’t deny something that happens to most people!”

I’m not denying it, I’m denying that that stuff I wrote was due to hormones,” he looked at the wall for a second, then back at Ezekiel.

“Are you sure about that though…? It’s a little scary in there…”

“Yes, if it was hormonal I think I would’ve regretted it,” he pushed his books all into line and then stood up.

“You don’t regret any of that!?”

“Yeah yeah whatever, I just need…” he felt through his pockets, “fuck I must’ve…” he looked on the desk to see all three of his rainbow knives on the desk behind Ezekiel, “fucking shit.”

“What do you mean fuckng shit?”

“Nothing nothing… just- look some edgy band that teenagers like!” he pointed to the doorway.

He squinted, “that’s so vague why would I believe that.”

“Well I don't’ know your life.”

“There is really something wrong with you.”

“Yes because I, a twenty one year old edgelord, loves to hear about he doesn’t fit the norm.”

“Whatever… I wanna go out for food tonight… you wanna come with or cry while listening to your edgy as fuck music for teenagers?”

“One I don’t do that and two what the fuck why are you so savage all of the sudden.”

He shrugged, “whatever I’m done with that, let’s go.”

“Okay…” he followed him to the restaurant and Ezekiel ordered. Alex just kinda sat there and hoped the waiter didn’t notice him, but they did, and asked him what he wanted to order. “Uhhhhh, I don’t know Ezekiel pick for me.” he bit his lip and he moved in his seat, looking down at his hands.

Ezekiel didn’t hear what he said since he was playing some game on his phone, “what was that?” he asked, not looking away from the device.

“Never mind… just get me the same as his…” he bit his lip a bit more.

“Are you sure sir?” the waiter asked him.

“Y-yeah I’m sure…” he started trembling as he spoke, “now go… do the order…”

The waiter looked concerned, “are you okay sir-”

“I’m fine asshole…” he sat up in his seat, “now go away…” he mumbled as he looked around the room, trying to get this waiter to leave.

The waiter eventually walked away and Alex let out a sigh, “f-fucking finally…” he grabbed a napkin and started to wring it.

While Alex was letting his stress out in the weirdest way possible Ezekiel continued to be a terrible boyfriend and not even notice him.

He eventually gave up with the napkin and threw it back on the table, “fucking- fuck-” he glanced between Ezekiel and the napkin on the table, “Ezekiel?”

His bf looked over at him, still not putting down his phone, “what’s up?”

“It’s just… you know…? I mean shit… never mind, I just… fuck it,” he stood up, “I’m leaving…”

“Alex!” he finally PUT DOWN THE PHONE and walked up to him, “you’re being stupid! We just got here and ordered and now you wanna leave!? Then food goes to waste and if I leave no one gets paid for making it!”

“What do you mean, ‘if I leave!?’ Do you not care about if I leave you!? I love you so much and you don’t even care about me!? Stupid bitch!”

“I don’t-”

“YOU DON’T CARE DO YOU!? I FUCKING KNEW IT! YOU NEVER CARED FOR ME AND YOU’RE DATING ME SO YOU CAN SEE ME MAKE A FOOL OUT OF MYSELF!” and then he ran out of the place but Ezekiel followed him.

“Wait! Don’t leave! Did you hear nothing about the food!? And I can’t drive!”

“Well you should’ve thought about that before you decided to pick something stupid over me!” he yelled as he got into the car and turned it on.

Ezekiel ran up to the car and knocked on the door, “just wait for me to get the food and pay for it okay!? Then I’ll come back!”

“SCREW THAT BULLSHIT!” he pulled back the car and then drove out of the parking out.