One Shot ( I made it for fun haha ;])

Chad & His Important View of the World

"So, Chad, I see you've been having frequent anger issues. Why?" My therapist asked me. His name was Dr. Feel Good. He was for children and teenagers. Lame. My parents make me go here every week on Monday.

"This morning my assistant went to get me yogurt and he sat on the wrong side of me!" I complained.

"Well, Chad, actually, you don't have an assistant," the doctor said.

"Oh, yeah. Well, okay, I have another one. Today, I just found out that So Random! Had better ratings then Mackenzie Falls this week!"

"Really? How does this make you feel?" the doctor asked calmly. I hate being here so much.

"It made me feel angry. Wanna know why? Oh, I'll tell you," I stood up out of my lounge chair," It made me angry because that means that all these Americans or whatever the heck theyare so mindless and stupid that they watch that show. Why are they so dumb, doctor, why?" I babbled.

"Hey! I watch that show all-I mean on occasion. Second, not everyone thinks like you and they have different interests," he told me in yet a still very come voice," So, Chad, do you have more stories to share?"

"I gave Josh, the mail guy, a paper cut yesterday, because he gave me the wrong mail so I of course threw it back at him."

"Chad, was that a good choice or a bad choice?" He asked in a disappointed in me look.

"No duh, psh, I know this one. Good," I smiled.

He folded his flabby arms.

"Okay, fine, baaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad."

"There you go Chad. Any relationship problems, may I ask?"

"Yeah, it's about this girl, Sonny," I said, starting to feel embarrassed because I am sure he knows who that is.

"Sonny Monroe? Tell me more!" he said excitedly.

"Are you okay?" I asked on behalf of well the fact that this guy should've never gotten a degree in psychology because he is not helping me out!

"Yes," the doctor calmed down.

"Well, I like Sonny, a lot. She thinks I am jerk, but you can clearly see I am not right? Anyways, I just don't think she like-likes me. I want to be with her, but I hate rejection. See where I am going with this, Doc?" I elbowed him with a'huh-huh' look raising my eyebrows up and down.

"What's wrong with your eyebrows?!" He asked frightened.

"Do you live on another planet?! It's just a facial expression!!! Ugh! Are you really even a doctor, I mean come on!" I lashed out at him with my rage.

"Good, Chad, now focus you're rage into a glowing flame that will soon go out into a calm state of peace and serenity," the doctor said, again very calm.

I jumped up on the lounge chair any yelled," Does that even mean anything?!! That makes no sense!! Let me guess you still live with you're old-aged mom, where you knit sweaters and make cookies with her all day!! You have no life!"

He started to cry and run out of the room. Wow, I am so good. The secretary opened the door.

"Chad! Not again! This is the seventh therapist you've ran out of here frightened, upset, or injured to be honest. You better control yourself next time."

"Yes, Ma'am." I said in a sergeant voice. She shook her head and smiled in a way that said 'yeah, right, I don't believe you'.

I walked out of this week's session proud and accomplished. Oh, how could you not love me.