A/N: Well here's a new one. I've been dying to write this story and today it just came out. There are quite a few people waiting for updates for "Tried and True." My goal is to get that story up in about a month, so this one should last about a month itself. Which means updates are going to be very frequent. For my new readers, welcome! I hope you enjoy my story!
"So... what is it that you would like to talk to me about?"
Drew narrowed his eyes, leaning back farther in his seat. His leather seat. It was rather comfortable. The whole point was to make him feel that way: comfortable, so that then he would just what? Spill everything?
The man's mouth twisted a bit at the side and he lifted a pad to his gaze.
Drew only glared more. What was with the stupid pad? It made him feel like a child that had done something wrong. Drew glared at it.
"Alright, let's try something else." The man dropped the pad to his lap (upside down, Drew noticed). He tilted his head, copper curls flopping smoothly to the side (which just made Drew want to deepen his glare, but at this point that was impossible). "Tell me about your childhood."
Drew blinked, his mouth pulling up in a half sneer as the barest of chuckles slipped out. Really?
The man frowned. "What is it?"
Drew wanted to say that it was a cliché question to ask him. He wanted to make fun of the wording. But the man lifted the pad again and Drew stayed silent. He wasn't sure what about the pad made him so uneasy, but he hated it.
After a moment of terse silence between the two, the man sighed and dropped the pad to his lap. "Would you like me to help you?"
Drew couldn't resist the first expression that rose to his face. He rose an eyebrow. Why would he want to talk to someone like this? And who in their right mind would want to talk to another man about their childhood?
With a purse of lips the man set the pad aside and looked Drew in the eyes. "You may go."
Drew wasn't sure what to say. He didn't know if he could go back to May and the others without at least saying something. But the man had dismissed him. Drew wasn't storming out. He had come till their session was over. Drew nodded and rose, then grabbed his coat off a hook by the door and left the entire session without saying one word. The man watched him go with a shake of his head.
When Drew entered the waiting room he was surprised. In the ornate wood benches around the wall sat May, Misty, and Ash. May stood abruptly as he entered the room. Drew clenched his teeth and turned on his heel, exiting with his coat still slung over his back. May glanced to Misty and Ash who watched him go with similar faces of surprise. When they didn't move, May bolted and pushed the door to the waiting room open, following Drew down the long hallway that would lead to the exit.
"Drew!" May called from behind him.
Drew didn't slow. If anything he walked faster.
May clenched her fists in frustration and took to running, reaching his side just before he reached the doors that would take him out of the building. "Drew..." May took a breath and leaned around his side.
Drew stopped but looked strait ahead, through the glass doors to the fountain outside the building, to the blue sky and the green grass that they had far too much of.
"How was it?"
Drew blinked, finally turning to look at her. 'How do you think it went?' His expression stated.
When May only shirked away from him, Drew pushed open the door and stalked from the building.