"Say Louis...How did you feel?" Mr.Floyd gently ran his hand across my back as I lay down on my back. My body of course tensed up but then there was a crack. A wave of relief hit me. "I felt bad..." I say with my breath shakey. A nice massage is what I needed from a long day of home school.

I've been taking this therapy for almost a year now, but this is actually only my 5th time seeing Mr.Floyd. Hes either called out or has someone else working. I'm now out gay for my family. Its taking my brothers some time to get used to but...its worth it. Letting myself know who I am.

"There we go." He said after he heard the crack. He stretched and sad back down on his wooden stool. He started scribbling while I zoned out.

His nice dark hair with matching eyes. His muscular yet skinny tall frame. His presence was calming. No wonder he is a therapist.

"That's all for today Louis" He smiled, his dimple on the left side of his cheeks shown.
My heart beats faster.

"Oh..." I say desire to stay and talk more. He was someone that I could talk to easily, even if I've only met him a few times.

"Mr.Floyd?"

"Yes Louis?"

"Um..Could you..uh..."I stuttered over my words so easily. "Could you...help me with something?" I ask, my voice horse.
"What is it?" He asks, running his hand through his hair."Well...I heard about this party from one of my friends. Well...my only friend" I mutter.

"Anyways, I wanted to go because I want to actually feel normal, just a little bit.." my nails dug into my arms. "But I cant go alone because...I'm too scared. I know you might say no because your not supposed to help me like this because your a therapist and all but it was worth a shot" a chuckle slips through his lush lips.

"I mean, sure. I need to get out the house and this place." He nods and rolls his sleeves up. He starts leaving on the wall with his smile. "really? Like...It wont be akward?" I ask. He shakes his head and puts a thumb up. "Nah, Its all good! Would I have to pick you up or?" He cuts himself off.

"Nono! I'll-I'll..um...could you pick me up?" I chuckle a little relising that no one knows about this party.
"Okay, what time is it?"
"It starts at 10:30"
"Then I'll pick you up at around 10, good?"

"Yes! That's great...thank you Mr.Floyd" I scratch the back of my neck. "No problem. It was always my dream to go to a 19-year-old's party where there will be 100% alcohol and underaged drinking." He laughs, his jawline taunting me. I nod with a giggle coming out my thin lips.

"You better go home if I'm not getting paid right now for this extra 15 minutes" He taps his watch with a raised eyebrow. "OH YEAH! BYE MR.FLOYD!!!" I wave him off and walk away.

What did I get myself into...