Welcome to chapter two people! Okay, FYI this chapter is going to switch POVs for Will and April. Then it can sort of show Will seeing April's problems and April denying that they exist. Just thought it could be more interesting that way. The start feels a bit slow to mArTiNaMcBrIdErOx91 and I but that's probably because we know what's in store for this story, and it is funny. Oh well, enjoy!
A/N: some of this was written by Broadwaybabe WA. We still own nothing.
Will's POV
I seriously hope she goes through with the counseling. But I'm afraid she's gonna need a lot more than one session. I'm going to ask Emma who she thinks I should make April an appointment with. I know there's that rehab center downtown, but I don't want them to admit her, not yet anyways. I think I'm going to talk to her some more and get a better idea of what's wrong.
"I want something warmer to wear Will…" I hear her say.
"Okay. We can go to the store later and I'll get you a few things," I suggest.
"Thanks…" she sighs, wrapping the blanket around her tighter. She looks super tiny, like she's lost weight.
"Are you hungry April? I was just about to make myself a sandwich," I smile.
"Not really…" she sighs.
"When was the last time you ate something?" I ask.
"I was in a diner a few hours ago and I saw somebody that I thought went to McKinley, and thought about you," she explains, I'm not sure how much of this is true. But I'm gonna agree with her right now.
"Okay. There's plenty of sandwich stuff in the kitchen if you change your mind," I tell her, and get up.
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April's POV
My stomach growls lightly. A sandwich does sound kinda good. I don't really feel like eating, though. I don't really remember the last time I actually ate, but I don't mind that much. It all started as a matter of not being able to get food anyway, but after the first day or two the hunger just goes away anyways. It's not like I have a problem or anything, I'm just not hungry. Besides, I don't want a bunch of calories to have to burn. I don't have a way TO burn them.
I still don't want to go to a counselor, but I guess I'll go through with it for Will's sake. Not his sanity's sake though because I think I'll just go and try to embarrass him in public again like the time I was yelling into the mic at the roller rink. That was fun…
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Will's POV
While I'm in the kitchen I contemplate calling Emma. I think I need to wait a little while longer and talk to her some more. She seems a little worn out right now. I remember my wine cabinet and quietly lock it so she can't get into it and have anymore to drink. I send Emma a text semi explaining the situation and telling her I'd call her later when I knew more information. I quickly make myself a turkey sandwich and grab a few chips before walking back into the living room.
"Are you sure you don't want anything?" I ask her.
"Nah, I already told ya, not hungry…" she says to me.
"Okay. Well if you get hungry later, there's plenty of food in the kitchen…" I tell her and take a bite of my sandwich. I hear my phone beep in the other room. Crap, Emma's texted me back and I was stupid and left it there.
"Was that your phone, Will?" She asks, obviously having heard the beeping.
I swallow my food, "Yeah. I'm gonna go get it really fast…" I say, my mind racing as to what Emma has to say.
She's basically told me she likes my idea of counseling. She also told me there's this women's counseling center in downtown Dayton that she highly recommends. And that she'd make a referral if she had to. I reply back, thanking her and telling her that I needed to get back to April.
I walk back in the living room and April is just sitting there, twirling her hair in her fingers, "Who was it?" she asks.
"Emma…" I reply truthfully.
"What did she want?" the tiny blonde asks me.
"April, we really think you should see a counselor, at least once, and I asked her who some of the good counselors were around town…" I explain.
"I don't need help Will… not like that anyways. I'm not crazy…" she replies.
"I never said you were crazy. Emma and I just think that if you talked to someone about what's been going on in your life, that it could possibly make it easier for you to achieve some of your goals…" I reassure her.
"What if I don't want to talk about it…" she asks.
"Unfortunately, You really don't have a choice. Emma's going to look into this one counseling center in downtown Dayton and see if she can get you an appointment," I explain.
"No…" April pouts.
"Hey, you came to me wanting help right? And I'm just trying to do what I think is going to be best for you… and if counseling is part of it, we're going to do it." I tell her.
"Whatever. ONCE, and only ONCE, will I do this. And they are NOT making me go to rehab, I don't want it…" she says.
"I never said anything about rehab, April. But if it's something they suggest to help you get better, then we might have to look into it." I reply.
"Fine. When do you think she'll get me an appointment?" April asks.
"I have no idea. I guess whenever. Don't worry about it, I'll take you."
"Okay… I'm kinda scared…" she quietly says.
"It's okay to be scared. But like I've said, it usually helps the glee kids talk about what's going on… or sing about it for that matter," I tell her.
"I guess… I'll try it," she reluctantly says.
"Good. I'm going to let Emma know when she calls me that you're willing to give it a try. That's a lot of it too, you have to be willing to talk for it to even work," I calmly explain.
"Ugh. So I can't just sit there and listen to some random person blab on for an hour or however long?" she asks.
"No, you can't. I know most people would rather sit and listen to someone talk, but Emma and I really want this to work out so we really want you to cooperate…"
"Fine. You win…" she sighs and pouts.
"Now, let's try this again, do you want something to eat?" I ask, very concerned about her weight.
"Not really…" she quietly answers.
"April…" I reply.
"I'm not hungry! If I was hungry I'd eat something!" she practically yells at me.
"Okay, okay. I'm sorry, I'm just worried about you…" I calmly explain.
"Don't worry about me. Nothing's wrong, seriously. I'm fine, I just don't have anywhere to stay…" she replies.
"April, you're hiding a lot. And I can see it. You've gotta let someone help you, and you've gotta take care of yourself every once and a while. And part of it is eating enough so your body stays healthy…" I explain.
"I DON'T HAVE AN EATING DISORDER!" she screams at me, struggling not to cry.
I sigh, "I never said you did, but I'm concerned you're not eating right…" I further explain.
"But I certainly have had plenty to drink…" she tells me, sort of giggling.
"April, is that all you've had? Wine and beer?" I ask, shocked.
"No…" she said, "I've had vodka too." I roll my eyes, exasperated. "You know how they put those little olives in the glasses…" she starts.
"April, THAT is what you've been living on?" I practically yell, "I swear, your body must be like, seventy five percent alcohol instead of water by now!"
"I can't help it…" she quietly says, like she's scared.
"Hey, I didn't mean to yell, I'm just really worried about you okay? I'm just trying to make sure you're okay…" I reassure her.
She nods. But doesn't say much, because we both hear her stomach growling. "See, you are hungry. What can I get for you?" I ask.
"Water…" she replies. It's better than nothing, and I'm not going to argue with her anymore right now.
I walk into the kitchen to get her a water bottle and I grab a bag of chips from my pantry, just in case she decides to eat them, which probably wont' happen. I'm definitely afraid she's going to need rehab, because I have a feeling she has an eating disorder, and I know she has a drinking problem. So I hope she goes through with this counseling like she says she's going to, and actually lets people help her.