Clearing his throat it was like trying to wake-up the dead, as he cleared his throat once more this time a little louder he watched as it was Nate who woke-up first and stared at his best friend. As soon as Nate shifted, Jenny started to lift herself and turned around, pushing her hair back out of her face she didn't bother to grab the sheet to cover herself as she looked at Nate.
"What's up?" It wasn't until she followed his look that she grabbed the sheets to cover herself, she almost didn't have any words for Chuck. "Happy to know you two had a good time last night. Breakfast will be ready in about fifteen minutes." With that he offered his smile to Nate, closed the door and walked away.
The two of them looked to each other with a smile and laughed, the last thing they had been really expecting was for Chuck to see the two of them in bed together. Nate leaned over to press Jenny back into the mattress, a kiss planted on her lips but she quickly took advantage of that and pulled him closer to her as she wanted more. He was the one to stop it, he had to pull away despite what strength she did have, and smiled at her.
"I don't think Chuck was intending on waiting."
"That's okay, he's made us wait before. Anyways, breakfast could be served a lot earlier." Pulling him back in for a kiss he willingly obliged before he pulled away. "Come on, we've got plenty of time."
Nate rolled out of the bed first, grabbing his boxers and then leaning over to give Jenny a kiss. She rolled out of bed next to walk to her drawer to grab new under garments and then grabbed a shirt off the ground, it was Nate's but he smiled and wrapped his arms around her waist.
"I think you pull that off better than I could."
"Well of course, you look better without it on." He pressed his lips to her head and then disappeared from the room, going in search of a pair of pants for him to wear in the short-term.
Walking into the main portion of the entire floor she looked at Chuck who sat on the other side of the counter, she rolled her eyes at his excuse for breakfast it was coming up the elevator meaning a single bone in his body had simply dialed a number and room service was coming.
"Have a good night?" Chuck smiled and raised an eyebrow to Jenny who looked like a hot mess, her hair all over the place and her shirt pretty much explaining it all in one word. "As a matter of fact, I did. You?" He just smiled like a little kid and she already knew the answer, "So what did you order for breakfast?" "Three of everything, I figured we would all need energy to get this day accomplished."
"Sounds good, what's on the agenda for today?"
"Nothing for myself, but I did receive a call today."
"Oh? Who from?" She grabbed a apple from the fridge and ran it under the sink's water before taking a bite into it, she spun around on her heel and smiled to him. "Your counselour...care to explain?" He suddenly realized her mood was gone as she looked from the apple to her feet, just then Nate walked in and all Jenny could do was shake her head to Chuck.
"What are we all talking about?" Jenny mouthed no and shook her head, but Chuck figured secrets were better off not kept.
"Jenny here, hasn't been seeing her counselour. She also hasn't been taking her medication." He lifted up the little orange bottle, and with that both men looked at Jenny who was now eating her apple in silence, looking to her feet.
"Really Jen?" Nate stood next to Chuck now, both men had taken their sides and Jenny's lovely lovely morning felt ruined. "I feel fine!"
"It's not whether you feel fine Jen, it's about getting better."
"She also hasn't been attending her sessions."
"I've been busy..."
"When's her next one?"
"Two hours from now." Chuck looked to the girl who was giving him cold looks. "Your going, I'm bringing you." Nate looked to her with protective eyes, he also took the orange bottle and looked at Chuck. "I'll make sure she goes to each appointment."
"Well, look at that Jenny. Wasn't as bad as you were expecting." Her eyes had lightened up the moment Nate said he'd take her.
They finished breakfast and by the time they were done it was approaching the time to leave, to Nate grabbed a few of his old clothes that had been left behind when he lived there, and Jenny went to get dressed herself.
Walking out of the bedroom, Chuck smiled she looked like a grown-up once more, maybe this was Jenny's way of growing up was having Nate on her side. She wore a pair of black pumps, with black leather pants, a sweater, and over that was a white jacket he remembered having bought her. Along was a purse, which Chuck shared his opinion that she didn't need to she threw it back into her room and waited for Nate who walked out in a simple plaid shirt and Jenny didn't care to pay attention to the rest, eitherway he looked good.
"Ah, Miss Humphrey we didn't think we'd ever see your face again." Her name was Michelle, she led a counseling session and there were two kinds, group and individual. Today was both for her, it was a group session along with individual sessions afterwords, luckily her individual session followed group. For Michelle, she was an attractive middle-aged woman with brown curls, she didn't bother with make-up anymore, and her outfits were always fitting for the situation. She was the grown-up in the room, so she easily dressed like one. "And it appears you brought a guest."
"Oh no-no he's my ride."
"Ah, well if he'd like to join it'd be my treat. We've got a few other skippers today so it's just us six."
By six she was referring to herself, Jenny, Nate, and three other kids. JEnny knew all of them, there was Adam who was only fifteen and a severe alcoholic who had gone to hospital more than any one else here in the past six months due to his habit. Next to Adam was his sister of all things, Abigail who was Jenny's age and had a severe drinking problem herself as well as suffering from being a bulimic. Of course, then there was the one annoying person in her whole life who she never wanted to see again in the history or all history, Mark. He was decently attractive and Jenny had tried once or twice to date him but it had failed, he reminded her too much of Damien. He was twenty and was a bit of a drug dealer here and there, only when he wasn't dipping into his own stock. However Jenny knew her reasons, for the excessive drinking and the usage of drugs as well as helping transport drugs to and from people. Of course all the interesting stories were gone, there were four others: Justine, Heather, Clark, and Mitch. "So, who wants to start group today." There wasn't anyone going there to raise their hand, Michelle's mouth twisted as she wrote something down on her pad of paper and then looked up. "How about J-" Nate viewed Jenny's face before the woman even finished speaking and raised his hand. "Ah, a volunteer. So, how we start is we say 'Hi my name is so and so, I'm here because of so and so.'"
"Hi my name is Nate and I'm here because I dropped off my friend Jenny."
"Well that's fucking news, you can't even relate." Adam looked but soon felt a punch from his sister.
"Shut-up he's hot." She whispered it to her brother and then smiled, a simple raise of her eyebrows and then she held eye contact. "Well, thank you for coming Nate. Jenny? We haven't seen you in a while how have you been doing?"
"Fine, haven't had a drink" A lie she thought, "Or done any drugs." A truth for a fact. "Well that's excellent, right everybody?"
Group dragged on like a dog with three legs for another thirty minutes before Michelle realized they were all getting no where, and concluded saying they'd all see each other the next time and she'd have a surprise for them all. And of course following group, Michelle requested Jenny to join her in her small office.
Jenny disappeared into the small office before Nate could even speak to her, but Michelle smiled to him. "You know it's nice she had someone like you who makes sure she's getting the help she needs. If you'd like there's a television and some magazines if you'd like to wait, otherwise this is an hour or so session if you'd like to leave. It doesn't matter either way."
"That's fine, do you have anything to drink however?" He smiled with his charming smile as Michelle pointed to a coffee pot and a small refrigerator filled with bottled water and sodas and juices and told him to help himself before disappearing into the room.
"So, where do you want to start today?" Michelle smiled, she had learned a lot about Jenny since the girl had first started coming there. So far it had taken the first month of every other day visits to get it out of her about Damien. But it wasn't until the last visit that Jenny had shown her a picture of Damien and now Michelle could understand a few things, but she hadn't heard much about this Nate person. "I don't know, where would you like to start." Jenny was staring out the window and kept her attention there. "How about we talk about Nate?" It got a response because the girl took a deep sigh and looked down, a small smile playing on the corner of her mouth. "I can see why you chose him, Damien I mean. He looks like a younger version, have you ever realized that?"
"I did, but it was too late when I realized it."
"So tell me, about Nate."
Jenny looked to her and told her everything, or at least everything she could fit into their hour session which went slightly over their time limit. From the story about how they first met, to sitting on a stoop and talking about family after barely knowing each other for a week, how she asked him for a favor and how he celebrated her birthday with her that night after everyone forgot, and all the stories inbetween. Not including ball, the night club incident, or last night. Those were just details that didn't need to be included into her therapy session and it was very quickly as time drew closer that Michelle smiled. "Thank you Jenny."
"For what?" She stood up absolutely confused as her hand was on the door handle, she looked the therapist in the eye who simply smiled at her. "For telling me everything, I learned a lot about you today."
"Yeah, no problem." With that she walked out of the little office to see Nate reading a stupid celebrity magazine. "Have fun?"
"Oh yeah, we played games and painted each others nails." The sarcasm in her voice was obvious so he smiled as she bit her lip. It was like last night was too good to be true, she wanted to kiss him but quickly felt her phone vibrate in her pocket and rolled her eyes. "I'll be just outside, meet me?"
"Sure, let me just get my stuff." With that she walked out of the therapist and into the hall where he heard her speak into the phone with a sort of anger.
"Ah, Nate. Can I speak to you?" He turned around to face the therapist who held a kind smile, in truth Jenny had been right that the woman although a bit older held an attractive smile and had attractive features. "Of course, what about?" He smiled as he shoved his hands into his pockets, looked with a curiousity to Michelle. "About Jenny, she did nothing but talk about you today. It's probably the happiest I've seen her be. I just want to tell you that you're an awfully good thing to have come into her life."
"Well I do care for her, a lot."
"I can tell, in the way you stand and the way you look at her. From the stories she tells me about how you two met and the kinds of talks you have, it's good for her. Those kind of talks are really good for her." He didn't really have a response for it, he felt himself almost wanting to smile at the fact Jenny had spent her session talking about all their times together, it told him basically how she felt about him. "It was nice to meet you today, but I have to give you one warning." Turning around she looked over her shoulder, "Don't hurt her." The door closed behind her and it left Nate just looking at her name on the door, he had to question. Why did everyone think he was going to hurt her?
Jenny woke-up underneath the sheets of her bed, her eyes adjusting to the sunshine that was gleaming in through the window. Blinking a few times to adjust she sat up to assess the situation, she felt the sheets over every part of her body and admired the softness. Looking to her right she looked to her partner, who lay on his stomach and at that moment she smiled as she looked at him. He was everything she had ever wanted growing up, his shaggy yet sexy brown hair covered his head, she loved to run her fingers through it. His body was physically perfect, he was a greek god in definition and she was lucky to have him.
As he shifted his body, his face soon came to her eyes and she quickly frowned. Four years had passed by, it wasn't him next to her in bed, and more importantly this wasn't the Upper East Side, let alone New York.