A/N: More already? Jeez! Ok a few notes…The only reason I mentioned klonopin is cuz it sounded cool. Oliver is Dr. Madden's son ( I got the name from my newly formed RENThead buddy Emily) and…that's about it…Enjoy!

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*Gabby*

I've been seeing Dr. Madden since I was nine. He knows about every aspect of my life. And he should. I mean, that's his job. But today seemed different, not just a regular visit to the doctor's office.

I sat in the office alone, waiting for him to show up. The receptionist at the front desk said he was with another patient at the moment. I began to read the random magazines that were laying around when I heard the doorknob jiggle. I immediately threw the magazine down and waited for someone to come in.

But it wasn't my doctor. It was some boy. He had neat, short dark hair and deep brown eyes which rivaled my parents'. He was wearing jeans and a t-shirt and was carrying a book.

"Oh, sorry. I didn't know anyone was in here."

"That's ok…I'm just waiting anyway." I smiled and returned to a copy of Cosmopolitan I found.

"I'm Oliver."

He held his hand out to me quickly. I stared at it a moment before grasping it and mumbling, "Gabrielle. But my friends call me Gabby…that is, if I had any friends…"

He chuckled and realized that he was still holding my hand as he pulled away quickly. "Well, I can imagine why you wouldn't have friends. You're so sarcastic…"

I rolled my eyes and returned to the magazine again. "I can be more than sarcastic…"

"I'd like to see you try."

I threw the magazine down and looked him straight in the eyes. "Quit being an asshole and leave me the fuck alone."

He just shrugged. Nothing more, nothing less. So then he decided it would be cute to go and sit in the chair next to me, where usually my mom would sit if she ever came.

"Feisty, huh?"

"You're an ass…"

"You said that already."

I found a nearby magazine and whacked him with it. He gave me a confused stare like he had no idea that I was crazy. Um…why else would I be here? But before I could think, he grabbed another magazine and hit me with it as well. Out of pure uncontrolled anger, I whacked him even harder than the first time only to be stopped by a calm voice in the doorway.

"Um, Gabby? Why are you beating him with a magazine?"

I hit Oliver one more time before looking up only to find Dr. Madden staring back at me. He rolled his eyes and got settled, retrieving his notebooks and such.

"He was asking for it!" I vouched angrily.

"So you hit him?"

"She called me an ass. Twice." Oliver piped up happily. I had to restrain myself from lunging at him.

"Well, Oliver, you probably deserved it." Dr. Madden replied with a smirk. He seemed to know this Oliver kid. Oh, great…Now said Oliver kid knows I'm crazy….

"Is this really the patient you've been talking about?" Oliver snarled, throwing me a dirty look. "The incredibly sweet and sensitive one?"

"Well, why else would I be here, dumbass?" I muttered angrily. "For the atmosphere?"

Dr. Madden sighed loudly and rolled his eyes at the both of us. "Oliver, why don't you go. We have to get started anyway."

Oliver shrugged again (I HATE that shrug!) and walked out of the room as suavely as he had walked in. If you could call it suave at all…

"Sorry about him…" Dr. Madden apologized. "He's been like that lately."

"Who is he?" I asked, scoffing in the direction of the door.

"He's my son."

I nearly choked over his words. "You have a son?"

"Yep…He's about your age too."

"Oh, great. Gonna try to set us up?"

He chuckled light-heartedly and ended that conversation there. "I don't think it would last. So I'm not even gonna try. Now…" He grabbed his notebook and continued. "Tell me about these recent delusions."

I racked my brain quickly to think of what happened recently. "Well…nothing really much happened. We talked. My mom sat on him yesterday." By now, he understood when I said 'he' and 'him' he knew who I was talking about. "That's it."

"That's it?"

"Yep." I nodded examining my freshly bitten nails. It's a habit of mine to bit my nails when I'm nervous. I don't know how to control it any other way.

"And how are the meds working?"

"Ehh…same as usual." I found my nails in my mouth again. I hate talking about this stuff. I always feel like I'm doing something wrong. "Although, I think the higher dosage of the Klonopin is what's making me so out of it lately."

He paused for a moment and then asked. "What do you mean?"

"Like, I've just felt…weird, you know? Not myself."

"That means its working."

"Well, then I don't want it to work."

He sighed and wrote down what I just said. "You're doing good, Gabby. If you keep progressing, maybe we can think about taking you off a few pills."

"Really? 'Cause that would be perfect! I hate having to take these stupid pills all the time…."

He smiled and wrote more down. "We'll see…"


I got home that night only to find Gabe in the middle of a laughing fit.

"What?" I asked, wanting to be in on his joke.

"Oh, nothing…Nothing…."

"Oh, it's something."

He rolled his eyes at me and sat down on the counter in the kitchen. "So…who was that boy you met today?"

"Oliver? That's what this is about?"

"He seems to like you…"

I rolled my eyes too and scoffed, joining him on the counter. "Or he just hates me. He hit me with a magazine."

He batted his eyelashes playfully and mocked, "Oh, Oliver…" He gave an overdramatic sigh and soon burst out into laughter again. Angrily, I punched his arm lightly, gigging myself. But before I knew it my dad had entered the room and Gabe disappeared.

"Hey, Gabby." He said, grabbing a kettle from the stove and pouring its contents into a coffee mug. "How was your appointment?"

"It was good. He said if I keep doing good, he'll think about taking me off some meds." I purposely neglected to tell him about meeting Oliver because I knew that he, quite like Gabe, would never leave me alone about it.

"That sounds great." He grabbed a little tea bag from a huge container full of them.

"What's with the tea? You never drink tea."

"It's for you mother. She had a rough day…"

I rolled my eyes and jumped off from the countertop. "What, are you trying to seduce her or something?"

He shook his head and laughed. "No. And if I was, I wouldn't tell you, now would I?"

"True…But, hey. I gotta go." I looked at my watch. I was still meeting my best friend Jess at some restaurant. She was originally hooking me up with her brother, but he was sick, so she got his friend instead.

"Hot date?"

"Well, I'm not entirely sure yet…" I giggled, pulling some stray hairs away. "How do I look?"

"Perfect."

"Great!" I ran up to him and hugged him quickly. "Wish me luck!"

And with that I ran out the door in a hurry.


This restaurant was packed and I wasn't even at the table yet. Jess told me to look nice but not too nice. So I decided on a casual black sundress that I wore for just these occasions. I walked up to the guy who takes the reservations and such.

"I'm here with a Jess Smith and guest." I said almost regally as he led me to a small table in the back.

I almost died. There, sitting at the table, was Oliver.

A/N: Duhn Duhn Duhn! What shall happen now?

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