Lol, how many chapters do you think they'll let me do?
Chapter Thirty Five: Daley's Bossy
Dr. Kylie was a tall man, a spray of wild dark locks attacking most of his forehead and scalp. His greens eyes seemed to be serious but laughing. Like he knew something you didn't. In the first real contact with the Flight 29ers he had been dressed formally but as Daley looked at him now that wasn't the case.
A Death Cab for Cutie T-shirt billowed around his chest, looking a little too big for his slim frame and a pair of faded jeans completed the look. He was about as unprofessional as an ex-convict, Daley thought. Maybe this had been the wrong choice.
"I think I overdressed," Daley blushed looking down at her red blouse and dress pants.
"No, you're fine," he swung his swivel chair around to his desk and opened a drawer. He searched inside it for a second or two and came out with a clip-on tie. "All better."
She laughed, "Oh yeah, you're fancy now!"
He slid back to face her now looking serious, "So let's get down to business. You seem like the kind of girl who likes that."
Daley tried to seem comfortable on the leather sofa but truthfully, she wasn't. "Is it that easy to spot? Yeah, clean, tidy, in control. That's me."
"You sounded a little bitter," Dr. Kylie commented, writing absently on his white clipboard. It was covered in band stickers: Linkin Park, My Chemical Romance, Flyleaf, Rise Against, Atreyu, Green Day. She lost track.
"Did I?"
He nodded, "Do you like that about yourself?"
"I guess I did," Daley thought out loud, "But after the crash and the whole being stranded thing… I'm not so sure. Than again, after the crash, I'm not so sure about anything."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, it's kind of hard to explain. I used to think every liked me and all. I thought I was popular in a way. And now… It seemed like I've been a power hungry bitch my whole life. I'm not really sure if it's true or not."
"I can't tell quite yet if that's true but how can one experience like this change your whole perspective?" Dr. Kylie asked.
"A lot of things happened on that island. Some not so nice, some really nice. Everyone found out who they really were. It wasn't so much as an experience as an eye opener," Daley tried to put the trip into words.
"And you figured out you were bossy. Did someone tell you this or did you just happen to stumble upon it?"
"Lex did actually. In a nicer way, of course." Her heart stung with the memory.
"Lex?"
"He's my adopted brother," she told him.
"Adopted? How's that working for you?"
Daley shrugged, "Alright, I guess. A lot smoother for me than it was for him."
"Can you elaborate on tha- Oh crap, I just went over our time." Dr. Kylie grimaced. "We'll continue this later?"
"Sure."