Deer In The Headlights

Alex's p.o.v

"Oh my- really?!" I screamed, jumping up and down a little, a big Cheshire smile plastered on my red face. I watched as Danny nodded, sending me past excited point. I ran up and hugged him tightly. Maybe I was over reacting? I don't care, I got the job for crying out loud!

"Thank you, thank you, thank you, thaaannk you!" I repeated, hugging him so I was picking him off the ground a little. Danny chuckled, but also sounding like he was choking. Okay, I was suffocating my boss? I let got off him and he breathed out loudly,chuckling more.

"It's...," He breathed, trying to control his breathing. I laughed nervously. I nearly killed my boss!

"It's okay, Alex. I Will show you around and show you the uniform tomorrow. I'll call you." Danny puffed, just getting his breath easy, but I suffocated him with one last hug.

"Thank you...boss." I chuckled. He laughed too. I headed out the building with a huge smile on my face.

Jack's p.o.v *Two days later*

"I don't know mum, I'm a little nervous." I turned around to my mum; who was in the kitchen preparing breakfast.

"You have to go, hun. Besides, I've already told the school that you're going today." My mum said calmly to me, cracking an egg into a jug. I sighed heavily to myself. I really didn't want to go to therapy today. What if the people there are worse than the people at school? I mean, I most probably won't be talking with the other people. But what if the therapist doesn't like me? I started to play with my jumper sleeve, feeling depressed and scared.

Moments later, my mum arrived at the table with our breakfast. To be honest, I wasn't hungry, but my mum put effort in making it the best, so I ate it.

"Jack, you know it's for the best." My mum said, her eyes fixed on the road. I sighed heavily, my eyes locked down on my lap. I didn't like to look out the window, it scared me too much.

"I know. But I'm only doing this for you, mum." I said quietly, running my fingers over my jeans. I was happy that I could fit into skinny jeans now. Skinny jeans are better than loose joggings.

"Yeah, well, we're here now." My mum said, obviously turning a corner and stopping. I looked up and out the front window. We got here fast. I saw two huge double doors. I saw the tall grey building first though. I bit my lip as the grey building became bigger. I was walking to it's entrance with my mum.

We walked inside the building and was hit with a weird smell. I have no idea on how to describe the smell. We walked up to what looked like an office.

"Hello, may I help you?" A man at the reception asked after seeing us walk up. He had a deep voice and strange hair. He looked tall as well.

"Yes, please. My son, Jack Barakat, is starting here today. I was wondering if you could show us the room." My mum asked politely. The black haired man nodded, typing various things into his computer.

"Room 22. Just hang on a minute while I call for someone to show you." He said nicely, picking up a phone. I guess he's not aloud to leave the reception. I didn't dare to look around the place, I was too scared that someone will give me a terrible glare.

Moments later, a girl with tied up bleached hair showed up.

"Jack Barakat?" She asked. I lifted my head up a little.

"Yeah?" I asked, becoming even more nervous by the second.

"Mr.Barakat, I will be showing you to your new therapist, who is also new here so you don't have to worry." She smiled sweetly before walking in front of me. I followed quietly behind, my mum behind me.

"Oh wait, Jack. I have to go sweety, have fun." My mum.added in as we got to Room 22. 'Have fun'? Was she joking? How can you have fun in therapy? I nodded to her, and she set off.

"So, Jack, this is your room. All you have to do is sign in at the office where I met you and just walk here." She assured. I nodded, even though I wasn't listening.

"Okay, here you go. And hey, don't worry, this guy is kind." She smiled, opening the door. I took a deep breath and walked in.

"Hello, I'm Alex Gas..karth." The therapist slowed down on his second name, sounding surprised. I lifted my head from the ground. I heard the lady walk out the room.

"Jack?" I heard a whisper. I looked up fully to the person who whispered my name. The man with brown,pink and white hair looked at me, shocked. Wait, I know that brown, pink and white hair from anywhere.

"Alex?" I asked, biting my lip. Okay, this feels like a dream that is going to end in a nightmare.

"Jack, oh my god, hi!" Alex stood up from his chair and came over to hug me. My eyes widened at the strength of Alex's hug. I slowly wrapped my hands around Alex's back, resting my head on his shoulder.

"I-I never thought I'd see you again." I chuckled, squeezing Alex. Alex squeezed back.

"Well...ta'daa." He let go off the hug and opened his arms, making a strange pose. I giggled at his stupidity. I never thought therapy would of been fun.

"Um, anyway, take a seat, Jack." Alex said nicely. I smiled and sat on a seat at a table. Alex walked over with a clipboard. I remember him having a clipboard when we first met at the hospital. That caused me to have a bigger smile spread. Alex sat in front of me, setting his clipboard down nicely. I looked at him. His dimples is probably still the best. They make him look so cute! I noticed he hasn't changed too much. His hair was maybe a little bit longer.

"So, Jack, how're you feeling?"

Notes

Hey, look, they met again! Sorry it's poopy, I tried. Also, I don't know much about Therapy, or what it looks like and works. Ill try! Thanks for the 20 votes guys! Thanks for reading.