I lied. I said I was going to begin this next week, but I slacked off from study to write this today instead. Bad me.
The Orthodontist
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Across the room, a young girl, no more than ten or eleven toyed with the wire of her braces. Index finger plucking at the metal, a little tune coming about.
On the other side of the room, sat Logan; arms crossed, one leg over the other. His foot jiggled rapidly, shaking the lower half of his body. He gaze remained on the young child, eyes narrowed, jaw tight.
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He averted his gaze from the source of his irritation to the clock above the reception desk.
11:14 it read. Logan sighed, he'd arrived at 11, his scheduled appointment time, but they were running behind it seemed.
Really though, Logan was only here for a quick check up. Could they not whisk him in, make sure his teeth were still all properly aligned and what not and then bid him goodbye? Was that too much to ask for?
"Babe, could you stop moving your foot?" a voice from his right, his boyfriend, Kendall broke through his mantra.
"Oh, sorry Ken." He uncrossed his legs and adjusted his posture in his seat. His boyfriend looked over at him in amusement.
"Don't worry babe, they'll call you soon" Kendall assured the brunet, rubbing his forearm.
"I know it's just my…"
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Logan snarled, biting his lower lip. His boyfriend chuckled but paid him no mind, returning to his magazine.
Logan glanced at the cover, 'Guitar Monthly'; he rolled his eyes, of course.
No longer provided with the distraction of his boyfriends attention Logan gazed up at the television mounted on the end wall in the waiting room. The sound was muted, but caption appeared at the bottom of the screen. Having been to visit multiple times, Logan was well aware that the news channel, currently being shown, was the only channel they played.
He sighed and lazily sunk down into his seat.
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That is getting ridiculous now.
"Marcie Grace?" around the entrance of the waiting room, appeared Gale, Dr. Carters assistant, holding a clipboard under her arm. Upon hearing her name, the source of Logan's ire, jumped from her seat and glided across the waiting room greeting Gale before taking off around the corner. Her mother followed quickly behind her.
Gale scanned over her clipboard once more and Logan sat up in his seat, prepared for her to call his name too.
Instead, much to his chagrin, she slipped it back under her arm, mention a quick something to the receptionist sitting behind the computer and slipped back around the corner.
With a loud huff, Logan slid back down his seat, barely registering his boyfriend's kind chuckle and the light kiss to his temple.
"Don't worry Babe." He repeated once more, before returning back to his magazine.
No more than five minutes later, the door chimes jingled announcing the arrival of a new patient. A girl, probably in her mid-teens came through the door, quickly muttering her name to the receptionist and then scanning the room for a place to sit.
Logan noticed as she eyed to the spot to his boyfriends right, and then eyed his boyfriend. His eyes narrowed as the girl haphazardly tip-toed her way to the seat, glancing at Kendall out of the corner of her eye as she went.
She flopped back into her seat and sighed loudly. Logan held in a snort as she eyed Kendall once more, frowning when the man did not once avert his eyes from his magazine.
Feeling quite smug, Logan slipped back down in his seat and closed his eyes.
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No.
He shot up from his seat and immediately sought out for that horrid noise. His ire had returned, and now rested against the reception desk with her mother, one arm under her chin and the other playing with that fucking piece of metal.
Her mother and the receptionist exchanged quick conversation before the receptionist slipped them a paper detailing his ire's next appointment.
Oh thank god, she's leaving.
Feeling content with the turn of events, Logan flopped back once more, a large smile appearing on his face as his ire and her mother bid goodbye to the receptionist and exited the orthodontic office, the tell-tale jingle singing behind them.
Logan was so pleased that he did not mind that it was now…11:31.
Maybe he minded a little.
Glancing back over at his boyfriend, he was surprised to find him fully engaged in conversation with the
teen beside him.
"Oh you're a fan?"
"Oh my god, yeah!" she practically squealed, Logan rolled his eyes. "I saw your concert last month."
"Th.."
"Kendall." Logan chimed, "I'm going to the bathroom." He got up, purposely ignoring the teen taking all
his boyfriends attention and approached the reception desk. While missing his boyfriends short "okay
babe."
"Hi, can I get the key for the washroom?" he asked kindly, ignoring the flirtatious giggle from behind
him.
Stupid teen bitch.
He muttered darkly under his breath, as he rounded the opposite corner to the bathroom stalls.
Coming out afterwards he handed the key back to the receptionist, thanking her with a small smile.
"I wasn't called was I?" He figured his boyfriend was too busy talking to miss-slut-a lot to notice
whether or not his name had been called.
"Not yet dear, it's Logan right?" she glanced up at the dark hair male over her spectacles.
"Yeah, thank you." He nodded and ventured back to his seat beside Kendall, who still was talking with
the teen.
"As he circled the table in the middle of the waiting room, a small blur rushed past him and dived into
his seat.
What.
A small dark haired boy snuggled into the seat, before noticing Logan standing before him. He gave Logan a big toothy grin before reaching for a colourful magazine on the side-table.
Kendall turned to the scene, promptly breaking the conversation with the fan.
Bitch fan.
Logan was pulled from his dark thoughts as his boyfriend piped up. "Hey baby, you can have my seat." Ever the gentleman, Logan smiled and shook his head.
"I'm ok Ken, it couldn't be much longer for my turn anyway."
His boyfriend watched him a moment longer before turning to the teen again, apologizing for cutting her off.
Sometimes too much of a gentleman, Logan thought warily.
"Laura Quincy?" Gale appeared around the corner once more, clipboard in hand.
Logan watched with much frustration and anger as that teen bitch, rose from her seat, bid Kendall goodbye and walked towards Gale.
That. Is. It.
Logan all but stomped to the reception desk, making sure Gale was in fine hearing distance before belting out loudly.
"I'm sorry, I've been here since 11am, it is now 11:50, and this bit-girl who arrived after I did is now going in before me!" he shouted, gaining the attention of all occupants of the room.
"I mean, what the hell!" he continued, before turning his attention directly to the teen girl.
"You, miss, I especially want to have words with."
Logan did not notice his boyfriend come up behind him, grasping his waist.
"Babe, I think.."
"No!" Logan swung on him, jabbing his finger in the taller mans chest, "no, you sir, are in HUGE trouble, you just wait, you'll get yours too!"
"Babe.." But Logan ignored him, turning back to the other occupants.
"I've had to deal with miss-sing-me-a-fucking-tune-on-my-braces, and this!" he turned his attention to the little boy sitting innocently in his former seat.
"This one here, who stole my seat!" he cried, before swinging back around on the teen girl, "and you, you don't flirt with my boyfriend or I'll fucking..!" the rest of Logan's tirade was cut off as Kendall placed his hand over his boyfriends mouth, smiling sheepishly at the rooms occupants.
"Please ignore him, it's been a long morning…" he smiled meekly, ignoring his boyfriends struggles to get free from his hold.
"Uh well, it's Logan's turn…" Gale started hesitantly, eyeing the dark haired boy surrounded by his taller boyfriend.
"Great" Kendall beamed, and proceeded to drag his boyfriend around the corner to the orthodontic chairs.
The remaining occupants of the waiting room sat in a numb silence…
"Damn" mumbled the young boy still seated in Logan's chair.
So I hope you enjoyed it. These will not follow any specific updating pattern, as I mentioned in Gender and Sex, this came to me at my own orthodontist's. So they'll come around as the ideas pop in my head.. I may take requests? I'm not sure yet.
