A/N: I've had the worst case of writer's block! I'm so sorry about making you guys wait, and for what? A sucky filler chapter. At least I can move the story along now. I won't write the party because I need to get to the actual sleepover. If you guys have any suggestions for plot developments or other stories, I'll be glad to take them! Also, if you have a story idea that you want put into words, I could give you pointers. I probably won't get to all of them immediately, but I'll try my best. Love ya, my lovelies!
~Princess
Flash forward to three years later, two years ago today. John was walking to his therapist's office when a strange feeling overcame him. It was, oddly enough, a sense of victory. John stopped in front of the door to the therapist's and pondered this wonderful new feeling. At the time, he'd assumed that it was just another good day. In fact, up until he talked to the therapist about how he felt that day, he'd assumed that the meds were just working particularly well. That assumption, however, was thrown out the window when the therapist announced that John no longer needed to visit him. He felt a simultaneous sinking of his stomach and significant rise in his spirits. For three years, John had planned his life around these visits. What do I do with my life now, he thought, dazedly walking out of the therapists office. He thought to call his friends with the news. He called Jade first.
"Hey, John. What's wrong? Why aren't you in your session?" Worry laced her voice. John chuckled.
"The therapist said that I don't need to visit him anymore. I'm done with therapy." Jade squealed.
"Oh my god! No way! That's amazing, John!" In the background, John heard Dave say, "What's going on, Harley? Did he buy you a new squid thing?"
"John's finished his therapy!"
"No shit? Wow. Lemme talk to him. Hey, Egbert. Congrats, dude."
"Thanks, Dave."
"So, do you still have to take those weird-ass pills?"
"Only for two months. He gave me two bottles so that I can just have them, but other than that, I'm free!"
"Cool shit, bro. Hey, come over to mine after Rose's group therapy shit. We've gotta celebrate."
"Got it. See ya, Dave."
"Later."
"Bye, John," Jade shouted. A click, and the line went dead. John smiled. Today was a good day.
Rose was elated to hear the news. Or at least she said.
"Congratualtions, John. You've achieved something that I might not."
"Um, thanks?"
"Are we celebrating?"
"Yeah, we're going over to Dave's house."
"I shall see you there. Goodbye, John."
"Bye, Rose." Time to get ready for a party.
