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Ian walked towards the room nervously, with butterflies in his stomach. When he finally stepped over the threshold into the room, he was blown away by the woman that was in front of him.

She was sitting at her desk, eyes on the computer in front of her, not realizing that Ian had already come into the room. Her dark red hair was tied up into a bun, and she wore a white top, with a long black skirt. It looked very business like, but stylish at the same time. Her face was like porcelain, with a tint of pink on her cheeks. She looked like the perfect girl, someone who needed to be respected, someone who needed to be listened to, someone to-

Amber looked up at Ian, interrupting his thoughts. Her eyes were a piercing bronze color. Amber stood up from her desk and walked over to Ian. She held her hand out and said, "Hello, I'm Amber Hoboken. I'm the psychologist."

Ian shook her hand and cleared his throat. "I-I'm Ian Hawke."

Amber smiled. "Hello. Now, can you please take a step in that room and take a seat? I'll be with you shortly." Amber pointed to a door in her office that opened up into a smaller room. Ian nodded and followed her instruction. He stepped into the room. There was a small black chair, sitting beside a long black couch. Ian guessed that this was the place where her patients told her their 'life problems.'

After Ian had been waiting for a couple of minutes, Amber walked in and took a seat on the chair, as Ian sat on the couch. She had a notepad and a pen in her hands.

"Now, Ian. Can you tell me a little bit about your childhood, and how your life was when you were growing up?" Amber asked.

"Well, my dad left my mom when I was 2; apparently he decided that there was some other woman that he wanted to be with more. I guess it was for the best because he never really spent time with me anyway so I was kind of used to him being gone. So my mom ended up becoming a single mom, she was always at work but she still had time for me in the evenings. Because she worked so much, my mom only had a couple of friends, she wasn't that sociable. Her closest friend, Carol Seville, had a son about the same age as me. His name was Dave. So my mom and Carol decided to put us in the same kindergarten, and amazingly, we became best friends." Ian said.

Amber was writing stuff down, nodding her head. "Ok, then what happened?"

"Dave was my only friend. But Dave had a few other pals of his own; they didn't like me much though so I could only play with him whenever they were not around, it was awful! He was also better than me at pretty much everything we did, every subject in school he was better at, summer camps, he was the star camper, while I was the one that all the counselors did not want in their group. He even had better luck with girls later on in life than I did! We grew up in Elementary school together, I guess." Ian said.

Amber nodded again. "What about your high school years?"

Ian slightly shook his head. "Those were the worst years of my life. I-I don't like talking about it."

Amber's soft voice said, "Don't worry, I understand, but it would be better if you let it all out, instead of keeping those feelings locked up inside of you."

Ian sighed. "I guess you're right. Anyway, my high school years were horrible. Dave and I were still buddies, and I did ok academics wise, but I bombed when it came to social interactions, in fact I got teased everyday."

Amber looked surprised. "Why?"

"Well, I got braces, I gained a 'bit' of weight over the summer before freshman year, and you know what every teen goes through. Acne and I had the worse case of it. There wasn't one day that passed that I didn't get teased or mocked about it. I was stuffed into lockers, given swirlys, you name it, it happened to me. But the worst thing about it was that since Dave and I had started to drift apart there was no one there to help me out." Ian said.

Amber stopped writing on her notepad. "What happened to make you two drift apart?"

"This girl, Claire Wilson showed up, and Dave was instantly infatuated with her, and she kinda liked him too. She and Dave were hanging out almost everyday and I felt left out, seeing that I didn't have any other friends. Dave and I became 'just friends' instead of best buddies. We didn't really get along anymore anyway." He said. "At least my college years got better. Claire went to a different university, leaving Dave really bummed out. I did pretty well in college, but Dave did better. We were really competitive with each other growing up, I guess that I just never stopped being competitive. I wanted to be better than Dave in every way. But that didn't happen. For one, I had no friends, while Dave seemed to not only be the teacher's pet in all his classes, but make at least one new friend a week, although he tried to stay away from girls during that time, since he was so in love with that Claire chick."

At the mention of Claire, Amber's eyebrows went up as if she was interested in what was going on, Ian did not notice this however. Amber nodded. "What about now, what has happened to you recently?" She flipped her notepad to get a new clean sheet.

Ian cleared his throat. "Have you heard of Alvin and The Chipmunks?"

Amber nodded. "Of course I've heard of them, who hasn't? They're extremely famous. Even if you're not a fan of those guys, you've heard of them… I personally think that they're a bit overrated; I prefer to hear the original versions of all those songs, thank you very much. No offense to any you worked on! Don't they have three new members or something? What are they called again?...Oh right, the Chipettes. But why are you asking me that?"

Ian looked at her, straight in the eyes. "You have to believe me with this one."

Amber felt confused but she nodded anyways.

"Just over a few years ago, I worked at Jett Records. That was the only part of my life where I was better than Dave. I had the good paying job, the money, everything. Dave had none of that. One day, he came into my office, and showed me a demo of his new song. I personally hated it. I told Dave that writing music wasn't his thing. I felt bad, since this had been his dream job since middle school, but a part of me didn't care. Anyway, my success didn't last. Dave found that rat and his brothers, and turned them into major rock stars, overshadowing me. Of course, Dave and the chipmunks were the most famous things on earth. I went bankrupt and had to live on the street for a little while but fortunately I found the chipettes." Ian said.

Amber looked impressed. "Wait, YOU found the chipettes?"

Ian nodded. "I sure did, they practically mailed themselves to me. I was the one that discovered them, I taped one of their performances, put it on youtube and just like that my career was skyrocketing again. Those girls almost became more famous than Dave and his band of chipmunks."

Amber said, "Almost?"

"They outsmarted me. Now the chipettes are with Dave and the chipmunks. And to make things worse, Dave and Claire are now together again. So here I am. Stuck here for the next couple of years while they all get comfy with each other and and become a family" Ian finished, making air quotes with his hands when he said the word family.

Amber listened patiently to Ian's story. She flipped through her notes and nodded. "Wow, sounds rough, but I have a question. If you were representing the chipettes, how did they end up with Dave?"

Ian didn't want to tell her that he tried kidnapping the chipettes and the chipmunks once. She probably would not like that and so far it seemed like he was in the clear. He decided to lie in order to make himself look better. "Dave had been spreading rumors about me to the media. It got out of control and as I said, I got outsmarted by the chipmunks."

Amber looked at him with a smirk on her face, "What kind of rumors did he spread?"

"He told all kinds of lies, like, I was violent, or that I mistreated those vermin when they were under my care! He even told everyone that I had put them in cages! I mean, come on! I wouldn't do that, they're celebrities! I would never treat them badly, that's so stupid." Ian lied to her, He tried to make it sound convincing but she wasn't buying it.

Amber shook her head, smiling to herself. "That's terrible! But don't worry; did you make any friends here?"

Ian shrugged. "I guess. A couple guys here are pretty friendly. Although it is hard to sleep, My cellmate Randy usually snores and sometimes at night, the new guy keeps yelling so loud, and I need thirty more coins to get the noise canceling headphones, but as for now, It's next to impossible to sleep!"

Amber smiled sympathetically. "I know, I'm gonna have to deal with that new guy tomorrow, not exactly looking forward to it."

Amber wrote down something in her book then turned back to Ian, "So" She explained "The main reason you were sent here is because of this list…" Amber then pulled out the list that Ian had made of the reasons that his life sucked, and smirked as she looked at it, "the material in the list is bad, but I must admit… you're not that bad of an artist… just, try drawing different subjects next time." She looked at her watch. "Wow, this meeting went by so fast, We only have ten minutes left."

Ian felt disappointed, he didn't want this appointment to end, he liked talking to her. He never really talked to a girl like this before. Even better, she was actually listening to what he had to say and wasn't acting like he was a complete loser. He wanted to ask her questions about her life but he remembered what his 'friends' had told him earlier during lunch when they were sharing those stories. DO NOT MAKE A MOVE ON HER. Ian knew that he was doing pretty well so far, he didn't want to mess up now and end up in the infirmary again, but it was difficult, this girl seemed so sweet! Ian couldn't really see how she would have the guts to hurt some of the other men in the facility, but, if the stories he heard were true then this girl was insanely brave.

"So, um… if we still have ten minutes, I guess we can keep talking?" Ian asked hopefully, maybe he could get to know her better without insulting her if he was just careful.

Amber smiled at him. "Sure, I don't see why not."

Ian scratched the back of his neck nervously, now that he had been given permission to talk to her normally, he felt as though his brain had gone dead, he had no idea of what to do. "Ok, um…"

Amber smirked and looked at him "So, what do you think we should talk about?"

"Umm… I'm not exactly sure…" Ian said embarrassedly.

"Sooo, what are some of your interests then?" Amber asked.

"Well, um, I enjoy music, although you've probably already figured that out so, I don't even know why I brought that up…" Ian said.

Amber laughed a little bit "Ok, so, anything else?"

Ian shrugged "I dunno, what about your interests?"

Amber scoffed, "Ok, like what?"

Suddenly a bell rang. It sounded like it was coming from the front office. Amber took a quick look at her watch, stood up and said, "Oh, I guess this appointment is over."

Ian stood up too, a bit bummed out, just when he was having a good time, the meeting had to end, just his luck. "Yeah."

They both walked to the front desk and Amber pulled out a big binder full of papers. She flipped to a page and put her finger on it. "Hmm, so your next appointment will be next week on Thursday." She looked at him. "Is that okay?"

Ian nodded, that wouldn't be too long to wait at all, he could probably last a week until he saw her again. "Yeah, totally."

Amber wrote down the appointment time in her binder, gave Ian a slip of paper that had his next appointment time on it and escorted him to the door. "Try not to think about your childhood that much, and just forget about Dave. You have lots of friends here, so it's alright."

Ian opened the door and said, "Thanks Amber."

She smiled sweetly. Ian began to walk out the door and head back to his cell but he heard Amber calling for him. When he got back over to the doorway to her office, she was smiling at him.

"Here, I figured that you could use these." She said smiling as she gave him thirty good behavior coins. Ian smiled, thanked her again, and immediately went to the trading center and exchanged his fifty coins for a set of high tech noise canceling head phones. Once he got his prize, he walked back to his room, smiling the entire way; this appointment had ended up ten times better than he thought it was going to. When he finally reached his room, Randy was already there, sitting on his bunk, reading a tattered old newspaper that he had gotten by trading in five good behavior coins. "Yo Ian! You're back!" He said smiling.

Ian was in such a good mood that he didn't have time to feel grumpy. "Hey, what's up?"

"Nothing much. Where have you been?" Randy asked

Ian shrugged. "Around."

Randy laughed. "I bet you just lost track of time, That reminds me of a time when me and my wife were in Las Vegas one time and we ended up losing complete track of time in one of those casinos there, god I miss her so much, only a little bit longer till I see her again!"

Randy continued to talk and talk. Ian didn't really want to listen to any of it so he just put on his noise canceling head phones, sat on his bed and closed his eyes, and pictured Amber's sweet voice in his head.