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Gregory

I stood there, watching Jane until I couldn't bear it anymore. I just let myself go, complete jello factor. Jane strode through the lobby, sparing me a glance, and into the elevator.

Dr. Great stood there, mouth hanging open as if expecting to wake up from a dream. "Want me to pinch you?" I asked with a smirk.

Her lips smoothed into a firm line, then her face was smooth, "I'll be back soon. We will finish our session later, Gregory."

Stunned by her comeback I stood in the middle of the lobby. There, I waited, and waited. Four hours later, a body builder came down and scooped me away from my spot.

"Oh, and I was just starting to get comfy." I pouted.

The man did not speak, crack a smile, or breathe the whole piggy back ride to my room. Well, I would have loved a piggy back ride. Instead I got a, "Hey I'm a sack of potatoes! Throw me over your shoulder!" ride.

Once in my room, I noticed someone had taken my photos of Tiffany down and laid them in a neat pile next to my dresser lamp.

Walking over I picked up the one of us on the beach, the day played out in my head like it was today:

"Gregory! Haha you know that I love you silly!" Tiffany cried through laughter.

"No, no, no, no love for dear hobo Gregory. I shall just live my life in a box with no one beside me!" I pretended to cry.

She lay her hand on my arm to steady herself, then she threw her head back and laughed. A bright flash caught our attention, my mother held up a camera. "Gregory, can't you ever look cute in pictures?" she bitched.

"Not the ones you take mother." I called lightly, not wanting to ruin her good mood.

"Haha, that's the way son. Show her who's boss!" My Dad called from the fire.

Straightening my shoulders I leafed through the pictures, one hot tear slid down my face. Knock, knock, "Yes?"

"Gregory? It's Dr. Hanes, would you like to talk?"

"No, please leave."

"You won't progress if you don't talk…"

"Maybe I don't want progression."

"What is it that you want?"

Long pause, this should be obvious. "Tiffany."

There was another pause, then some rustling with the door. Which, frankly, I didn't understand. It's not like there were locks here or anything of that sort.

Once Dr. Hanes poked his head in my door, I could tell he wanted to get right back out. Obviously, he didn't want to get involved with anything or anyone that could mess up his pretty face! God forbid a real fight.

I smirked to myself; Dr. Hanes relaxed a little and walked inside, "Gregory,"

"Get out."

"No, we need to discuss –"

"Nothing, there's nothing to discuss. She's gone, and I have nothing but pictures now. If you think I'll discuss that with you then you're off your lid."

"I'm sorry about Tiffany, but as they say, there's plenty of more fish in the sea."

I glared at him, "Tiffany was not my girlfriend. She was my BEST friend."

His reaction to this was odd, his eyebrows knitted together as if he didn't understand the term. Cocking my head to the side I continued, "That is not something you can just replace with other fish in the sea, Dr. Hanes."

Hey guys this was kind of a shorter chapter and there will be more..probably with the way I write. Just hang in there! I'm sorry it's still so confusing I'm trying here!