AN: Alright, this one takes place after Miley leaves to shoot Indiana Joanie but before the infamous beach party. So…I'm gonna say the second day she's gone. Since Oliver is seemingly okay, there's no need for super-frequent sessions.

Session II-Putting The Psycho in Psychology

She immediately noticed something different about Oliver this time. Only one thing, a very obvious thing. He wasn't talking, at all. She'd tried to get him started several times.

"How's Lilly?" She asked, getting her pen ready to fill in a whole new list of his complaints about her.

"Good," He shrugged. "She's…Lilly." She paused, waiting for him to elaborate. He didn't.

"Is she watching Gossip Girl with Miley tonight?" She pressed.

"Nah, Lils is at her dad's." He shook his head. "Miley's in Europe making…time for her family. They're on a cruise." Cricket, cricket, cricket.

"That's unusual in the middle of the school year." He just shrugged this time.

She sat there, looking over her list from last week. His diabetes didn't seem like a good conversation opener. Neither did his obsession about the way girls smelled in relation to it. She looked up and down the list for a few minutes until something caught her eye.

"How's Joanie?" The second the first syllable escaped her mouth he jumped into a standing position. "So that's why you suddenly became mute."

He sat down again, smoothing his jeans. "Maybe," He mumbled, looking at the floor. "I kind of don't want to talk about her right now."

Which, of course, meant they needed to talk about her. "Is she mad at you?"

"Well, yeah, but I'm kind of okay with it," He shrugged. "In fact, I already beat myself up for her, so she's probably over it." He grinned to himself, "Yeah, I tried to pretend to be an alien freak first but that didn't work."

She paused not sure which part of this to nitpick first. The obvious being his self-abuse, the cause probably being Joanie's anger…and she wasn't quite sure why the alien freak thing played in. So she rolled all three into one, "Tell me what happened," He opened his mouth and she interrupted immediately. "The relevant information, Oliver, from the beginning."

"Well, what you said about Joanie…her being so bossy…and controlling…and never wanting to give anything for me when I give so much for her. And my mom not liking her…and the fact that she can't ever get along with Miley for five seconds. And I'm pretty sure even Lilly's just been pretending to like her lately, although I don't know…Lilly's been acting kind of weird…" She sighed as he babbled on about her hair being unclean and how she would never be willing to dye her hair blond and wondered if he realized that it was him that had told her all of that.

She looked at him, as he started spouting about how supportive he'd been of her vegetarianism all along and cut him off, "Relevant, Oliver," She reminded him gently. "What does this have to do with her being mad at you?"

He blinked, staring blankly at her as if he'd already forgotten what they were talking about. A light seemed to go on in his head all the sudden though and he nodded, "Oh, right. So you told me how against me she really was…and I sort of realized, you were right…it was time to end our relationship."

She let down her pad so it sat steady on her legs and looked at the floppy haired boy sitting in front of her, being as honest as he could and tried not to be disappointed. Yes, she knew his relationship was coming to an end, but not because his girlfriend was a self-absorbed vegetarian who got her kicks out of bossing him and his best friends around. In fact, his girlfriend really didn't have much to do with their breakup at all. Now if she could only get him to realize that.

She nodded, deciding it was better to get him comfortable talking and make him come to the matter at hand himself than force it on him, "Tell me how it happened."

"We were at Rico's," He started, leaning back into the couch and grabbing a few Tootsie Rolls from the bowl on the table in front of him. "Hanging out like usual, except Lils wasn't there because she and Miley…um, won a contest…to go see Hannah Montana rehearse dance moves for the Grammy's or something like that." He scoffed and looked at her, "Chicks," He stuck all of the Tootsie Rolls he'd just unwrapped in his mouth at once.

"Uh-huh," She wondered how exactly it was that he found it logical to tell her what Lilly was doing all week when she'd just asked for an explanation of the end of his first real relationship. "And what were you doing…at Rico's?"

He swallowed, although his tongue was now brown as he opened his mouth, "We were having a perfectly nice lunch. She wasn't bugging me about eating meat in front of her or anything like usual. And we were sharing a vanilla milk shake, and she didn't say anything about how the flavor was barely there and we should be having strawberry since it was better for us anyways." He looked pointedly at her, "Know why?"

"She was breaking up with you?"

His eyes narrowed and he jerked up, "What? No! I ended things!" She bit her lip, knowing the tendency in teenage boys to gloss over important aspects of reality to seem more masculine and desirable. She motioned for him to continue, figuring he wouldn't be able to come up with a good cover story without Lilly anyways.

"Alright," She said skeptically, picking her notes back up. "Why was she being so agreeable!"

"She was waiting to spring the fact that she signed us up for a triathlon on me!" The words flew out of his mouth. And she wondered if he'd talked about this with anyone else. "ME! I can't run unless someone's chasing me!" He leaned back again now, looking despairingly down at his hands. "And the thing is, she said she did it for me. That I was always pushing her to get in the water and surf with me. And that if she learned to swim that maybe she'd feel more comfortable with it afterwards. Which…y'know…I do pressure her a little, but it's like…I just knew she was lying. Like after we finished training for the race, she would never get in the water again. Even Miley wouldn't lie like that, and Miley, she's good at twisting the truth. And Lilly…Lilly's never broken a promise to me in her life. And vice versa. So why is it that my girlfriend can't be honest with me?"

"I don't know," She admitted, "Are you honest with her?"

"Well…yeah," He squirmed though and she gave him a look. "For the most part…I mean, sometimes, she gets mad when I talk about stuff Lilly and I do. So I leave that out. And maybe I don't tell her everything else. It's like…throughout the day there are a million things I think about telling her. About a fight with my mom, or this awesome thing that happened in science class the other day…where this soda exploded all over my friend Todd. One of those Code Red Mountain Dew's…and Kunkle thought he blew something up on himself again and was bleeding." He laughed. When she didn't return the favor, he shook his head, "You kind of have to know Todd. Lilly thought it was hilarious."

"I'm sure it was," She smiled, resting her head against the back of her chair a little. "Oliver, did you tell Joanie this story?"

"I tried to, but then Joanie's friend Mia started crying because she used to have a crush on Todd, but he'd asked Ashley Dewitt to the winter formal instead of her…" He paused, grabbing another candy. "So I told Lils instead, and then she helped me with my verbs for our Spanish test." He stopped looking at her, "I mentioned Lilly told me I was hilarious, right? And that Lilly listened to me vent about my mom for a whole hour and then took me out for ice cream."

"Partially," She sighed, and she stopped, staring at him. She didn't know much about teenage boys, to be honest. She had been so shy and bookish in her teenage years she'd never really gotten to know them. And she was a specialist in cases of domestic abuse and rape, so this should be easy. It should be relaxing for her. The thing is, she isn't really worried about scaring the rapists and the abusers. They need the fear. And the victims are already terrified of everything. This boy, who has every reason to be jaded and cynical but was still innocent and good…she didn't want to hurt him.

"Oliver, we need to have a very serious discussion," She sighed, putting down her notebook, shut, on the table between them.

"Oh man," He said nervously, sitting up. "I swear! I don't have schizophrenia! I only claimed to receive telepathic messages from the mother ship to get Joanie to break up with me without breaking any of my bones! She told my mom, didn't she? That's why we're having this appointment. No good little-"

"Oliver!" She scolded, and then turned red, settling herself. "No one thinks you have schizophrenia."

"They don't?" He asked in relief. "Oh man, good, because the only person's voice I hear inside my head is Lilly's…she's like my conscience. Every time I do something bad that isn't her idea…"Oliver, quit being an idiot." Sometimes I swear she does it from her bedroom window, it's right across from mine but I've never been able to cat-"

"Oliver," She interrupted, for what felt like the thousandth time in less than an hour. "That's your problem."

"That I do everything Lilly tells me to? Aw, man! I knew it, Mom knows we took her police cruiser for a drive, doesn't she? Did she see the scratch on the bumper? We were going to blame it on Dean and Owen, say that it was those stupid battery operated jeeps they've been playing with in the driveway but-"

"It's not the police cruiser!" She snapped, and his big brown eyes got big. "And not the toy Jeeps either!"

He pondered this for a moment, "That I'm an idiot and Lilly's right?"

She took a deep breath in, being tempted to agree with this. Instead, she fought her agitation and said quietly, "It has to do with Lilly…and your break up with Joanie…"

"Oh man, you figured out that I didn't tell Lilly yet," He panicked, and began shaking. "It's just, I was sick and I thought I had told her and then she didn't know for more than a week and if I did tell her she would have beaten me into an early grave. I really, really meant to. I did…I was just waiting for…for…the right moment. The perfect moment."

She paused, staring at him, "You didn't tell her you broke up with your girlfriend?"

He shook his head guiltily, turning approximately the shade of a tomato.

"How long afterwards did you see her?" She asked, rubbing her forehead.

"12 minutes."

Her brain hurt. She genuinely couldn't help it…he hadn't told her about his break up. It just kept repeating in her head. He didn't tell her. He didn't tell her…how could he not have told her? "How long has it been?" He opened his mouth. "Since you broke up with Joanie," She clarified, knowing his ability to ramble for hours about irrelevant topics.

"Almost a month…maybe a little longer," He paused, biting his lip. "Okay, yeah, almost two months." She just stared at him. "Can you stop that?" He hiccuped, "You're making me feel really bad."

"Oliver, pick up the clip board." She advised, looking at the boy in front of her.

"I don't want to," He said skeptically, looking at it like it might burn his hand. "Whatever you think it is that's in there that you want me to see, I don't want to see it."

"You wanted to see it when we started," She reminded him. "You wanted to make sure there was nothing in there I could sell to Lilly for profit and for your physical harm, remember?" He nodded, turning pale. "Go on, pick it up."

"No," He whispered. "I don't think about what comes out of my mouth before I say it a lot, but I'm positive there's a million things in there Lilly would like to know in there. A million things she would regret ever seeing and hate me for." His brown eyes traveled up and met hers, "I'm not going to be able to undo it if I look am I?"

She shook her head, "No."

He nodded, staring at it for another moment. And she could practically hear his inner struggles from the look in his eyes. She wondered if what he thought that paper held and what it did say were the same thing. Finally he picked it up and opened it. She saw his eyes widen as they darted to every corner of the page, reading it with a stricken look. He leaned into it, trying to grasp what was on the page.

She waited patiently, just watching him like that, for a while. Letting him divulge in information that was at the very top of his brain, yet so far away from him. And then he looked up at her, after what felt like an hour, "Lilly's name," He said hoarsely. "Is on this page more than 30 times." He paused, glancing at it to make sure he wasn't dreaming. "Did you know that?"

"I did." She nodded, "One for every time you've said it." She paused, counting in her head. "Plus the six since I put it down on the table."

His mouth dropped open. "That means…there should be like…forty. Forty times," He whispered to himself, "No wonder Joanie thought I talked about her too much."

"I only counted it when you addressed her by name if I had counted every her or she-"

"It would have been more like a hundred," He whispered, staring at his clasped hands in between his legs. "A hundred," He said in disbelief, shaking his head. "And I don't even notice I do it either. It just pops up, like every moment of my life is adjacent to hers somehow." He paused, lying down. "It's like, I've never done anything without her. Never wanted to. And when I got diabetes, Lilly agreed not to eat sugar when I couldn't. She said it was the least she could do after I spent half the summer of third grade at home with her because she broke both her legs. Todd accidentally pushed her out of a tree."

She smiled at him, "You realize you need to tell her."

He nodded slowly, "I know." He sighed, "There's this beach party later this week. I think I might do it there. There's only one thing…"

"What's that?" She asked, watching him close his eyes.

"When am I going to tell her I broke up with Joanie before then?"

She felt her heart jump, "What?"

He looked at her, eyes wide, "You said…you said I need to tell Lilly." He swallowed, scooting towards the far end of the couch.

"That you broke up with Joanie," She clarified, staring at him. What in the world?

"Um…oh look, it's nine. I have to go…um, you know, finish my homework. Shower. Tell my mom I took a joyride in her car." He laughed nervously, shooting for the door.

"Oliver!" She shouted, and he looked at her, like a puppy ready to be kicked.

She sighed, looking at him. He kind of reminded her of her daughter in some way. The mischievous, slanted grin. The warm brown eyes. The sillyness. Granted, her daughter was nine. "Good luck," She smiled.

"Thanks, doc," He grinned, rushing out of the office.

She turned to go back to pick up her notes and close up for the night, "I'll let you know how it turns out," He called, standing in the middle of the lobby before dashing into the parking lot.

She couldn't help but grin to herself as she tidied up her studio. That would definitely be a story worth hearing.

AN: So there's part two. Sorry it took me so long. I've been working on about 10 different things and trying to improve my Youtube skills. There'll be one more part after this. It is my way of justifying what Lilly said about Hottie Lamote in the Radio Star ep. Clearly, she didn't know Oliver was broken up with Joanie, and she was trying to distract herself from Oliver's all consuming hotness.

And if you stick around for the next chapter, you'll get to learn the name of Oliver's shrink. Exciting, isn't it? I feel like she's such a huge part of the story already.