"Now, what appears to be the problem?" the couples therapist, Dr. Donald, asked us, and I thought, "I can't believe we're doing this."
I looked at the girl next to me to answer, but she doesn't so I say, "We've been best friends since we were seven but now we can't seem to agree on anything."
"When did this start?" she asked in the voice every therapist uses.
"Since about April of last year."
"Do you have any idea what caused this?" she asked looking at each of us in turn. I let myself fade into the memory of when this problem started.
"Mikayla, I'm not dating Miley." She said when I called her after seeing the pictures of her and Miley at the European Hannah Montana movie premiere.
"You guys looked pretty cozy on the carpet." I shot back feeling my stomach churn thinking of the Hannah star.
"We're friends; I promise."
"The same way we're friends or actual friends?" I asked not being able to handle any more, and hung up.
"I never did anything with her." Mitchie said, and I scoffed.
"You know she liked you, and you couldn't stay away from the attention.
"I needed a friend."
"You could've got on who wasn't practically in love with you."
"What about you with Taylor?"
"He didn't love me, and I really needed a friend while I thought my girlfriend was cheating on me."
"He loved you, and you know it." I looked away when her voice rose.
"Mikayla, what do you say to that?" Dr. Donald asked and I felt disgusted we needed to do this.
"I guess we're even on that, but she didn't need to flirt with Trace." I saw her shake her head.
"It was publicity."
"Yeah, right." We were silent until Mitchie sighed and I saw her fists unclench.
"I was scared, okay?"
"Scared of what?" I said feeling all anger deplete with her soft voice.
"I love you so much, and it hurt too much when we were apart. I got scared of what people would say, and if I could live without you if you left me. So I tried to see if the pain could go away if I flirted with other people."
"Mitch, I could never stop loving you, and would never leave you." We shared a look, and I felt hope till I remembered.
"I have another problem."
"Ok." She said, and we both looked at the Dr. to see her nod for us to continue.
"Why is your favorite song on my album "Falling Down"?" she looked nervous, and I felt angry again.
"I liked the beat?" she feebly answered.
"Did you even listen to my album?"
"I bought it." The anger was elevating with each second.
"That doesn't answer my question." She looked at her shoes.
"Mitchie?"
"Every time I would put it in I would feel a dark hole in my heart. I just couldn't do it."
"So every time I asked you if you liked it, you were lying? You know, a lot of the songs on there are for you."
"Mik, I'm sorry. It just hurt." she looked close to tears, and all my anger left with my tear that slid down my cheek.
"Will you listen to it now?" she smiled.
"Yes, and you can tell me which songs are for me." I felt a weight left off my heart and scooted closer to her. I looked into her eyes, and she indicated the doctor still sitting across from us. We looked at her as she had an amused smile on her face.
"Thank you, Dr. We'll be going." Mitchie said, and we both stood up.
"You're welcome, and if anything else happens call me."
"Ok, we will." I said taking my soul mates hand, and walking out the door feeling like we had beat through another wall to be standing stronger on the other side.