Chapter 7
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"What is a obsessive compulsive disorder?" It was yet another Thursday afternoon, but for some reason they were not as bad as before. Not the horrible, dreadful, unbearable Thursdays they used to be.
For some reason.
"I thought you knew that." Seto said. He was working on his laptop, or really pretending too. It was only there as protection. Like, if he didn't want to talk to Joey he could work and ignore him. Something like that.
But I doubt he'd not want to talk to Joey.
It's talking about OCD is what he doesn't want to do.
"Yeah, but I wanna hear it from you." Good point. Seto sighed and stopped typing.
"It's...It's like anxiety and to sort of make the anxiety go away you have to do things." Seto looked over to Joey to see if he understood it.
"Like touching windows?" Joey asked.
"And...other things." Seto said uncomfortably.
"Like?" Joey couldn't imagine other things that OCD could make people do. Touching windows seemed bad enough.
"Counting. Counting cracks in pavement or tiles on ceiling," At this Joey looked up at the ceiling.
"I used to hate odd numbers. Couldn't do anything with them."
"What do you mean used too?" Joey asked, puzzled.
"The things I have to do, I didn't always do them. The symptoms can come and go. I...I didn't always touch windows. It just started rescently. Same with counting."
"Why did they just start again? Do they just come and go randomly?" Joey had his notebook out, just drawing while talking.
"I...don't know."
"Doesn't OCD have something to do with stress?" Seto frowned.
"I am not stressed." Seto said angerly.
"Never said you were." Joey shot back.
"You implied it."
"I'm right, aren't I?" Since Seto didn't say anything Joey continued.
"You are allowed to be stressed."
"I'm not str-" Joey cut him off.
"You take care of your brother, go to school and run a company in your spare time. Actually I don't think the words 'spare time' exist in your vocabulary. Heck, do you ever do anything a normal teenager would do?"
Seto glared.
"I do..." Seto stopped for he couldn't think of anything normal he did, well except for the going to school thing.
"Told you so."
"Fine. So what if I don't act like an idiot like all the other students at this school." Joey's jaw dropped. Him, an idiot?
"Someone's getting defensive."
"You're the one who started all this." Joey sighed.
"I was just pointing out that could be the reason that you started touching windows again." Seto didn't say anything for he knew that Joey had a good point. Hell, he heard the same thing from his brother, even from a few doctors.
"I'll leave my laptop at home for a week." Joey raised his eyebrows. Then he grinned.
"Three weeks."
"Three?" Joey was pushing his luck.
"Two weeks." Seto shook his head.
"Okay one week, as long as you don't do anything related to work this weekend."
"I have a company to run! You want me to do nothing?" Can you say workaholic? Jeez, why ouldn't he be normal and be chocoholic or something like that?
"You can work for three hours."
"You don't understand anything about bussiness, do you?"
"You don't understand anything about being a normal teenager, do you?" Joey retaliated.
"Ten hours." Joey paused, thinking.
"Eight hours as long as you actually get out of the house, and I don't mean just walking to get the mail or something."
"I have people who get the mail for me. But it's a deal." Seto – finally – agreed. But then he didn't really think that he'd actually have to do that. How's Joey gonna know?
"And don't think you can get away without doing that. I'm going to get Mokuba to make sure you keep your word." The downside to having little brothers.
Seto rolled his eyes as if to say 'whatever'.
"How about I help you with reading now." Joey shrugged, not exactly enthusiastic.
"Don't people with Dyslexia usually have trouble spelling?"
"I dunno, you're the genius here." Seto looks down at Joey's bag and pulls out one of his binders.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Joey tried to take his binder back but fails hopelessly.
"Just looking at your English binder." He looks through it, looking at old tests and homework assignments.
"Just as I thought." Seto said triumphantly as Joey grabs his binder out of his hands and stuffs it back into his bag.
"Didn't anyone tell you not to go looking through other peoples things?" Joey asked angerly.
"It's not as if you have anything to hide do you? Keep crack in your binder or something?" Seto joked.
"I already knew you were failing English." Joey took the fifth [1] and just went back to drawing in his notebook.
"Fine, ignore me."
"I'm not ignoring you and for your information I have a D in English so I'm not failing." Joey muttered.
"Yet,"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just let me help you study for the spelling test." Joey rolled his eyes in distaste then mumbled something sounding like okay.
Seto took out Joey's English binder again and pulled out the list of spelling words for the up-coming test.
"I can't spell any of those words..." Joey said.
"Have you even tried?" Joey pulled something out of his bag and put it into Seto's hands. It was an essay.
Seto looked at it. It was full of red marks – it didn't seem as if anything was correct. Wait, actually... no that's just his name. If Seto thought his spelling was bad before...
Seto turned to the last page.
F
"Told you."
"Well, you spelled your name right." Seto said in a failed attempt at humor.
"Haven't you ever heard that rhyme. You know the one about words with I and E in them?" Joey just looked confused.
"You know: I before E except after C." Joey shook his head.
"Well, now you have."
Seto looked at the essay again.
"How about I help you with your corrections. She usually gives you some points back if you do them." Joey just stared.
"Corrections! You know how long that'll take?"
"It won't take that long..."
"Whatever," Joey scoffed but even so he took out a pencil and started doing corrections – with the assistance of Seto.
And that is how they spent the rest of the session.
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[1] – the fifth amendment, which I (now) know isn't really the right to remain silent but it does say: "...Accused persons may refuse to answer questions on the ground that the answers might tend to incriminate them."
Anway the point is that you know what I mean, right?
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Sorry this chapter took so long to put up. The next one will be better, promise. (or at least I hope so...)
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.
.
"What is a obsessive compulsive disorder?" It was yet another Thursday afternoon, but for some reason they were not as bad as before. Not the horrible, dreadful, unbearable Thursdays they used to be.
For some reason.
"I thought you knew that." Seto said. He was working on his laptop, or really pretending too. It was only there as protection. Like, if he didn't want to talk to Joey he could work and ignore him. Something like that.
But I doubt he'd not want to talk to Joey.
It's talking about OCD is what he doesn't want to do.
"Yeah, but I wanna hear it from you." Good point. Seto sighed and stopped typing.
"It's...It's like anxiety and to sort of make the anxiety go away you have to do things." Seto looked over to Joey to see if he understood it.
"Like touching windows?" Joey asked.
"And...other things." Seto said uncomfortably.
"Like?" Joey couldn't imagine other things that OCD could make people do. Touching windows seemed bad enough.
"Counting. Counting cracks in pavement or tiles on ceiling," At this Joey looked up at the ceiling.
"I used to hate odd numbers. Couldn't do anything with them."
"What do you mean used too?" Joey asked, puzzled.
"The things I have to do, I didn't always do them. The symptoms can come and go. I...I didn't always touch windows. It just started rescently. Same with counting."
"Why did they just start again? Do they just come and go randomly?" Joey had his notebook out, just drawing while talking.
"I...don't know."
"Doesn't OCD have something to do with stress?" Seto frowned.
"I am not stressed." Seto said angerly.
"Never said you were." Joey shot back.
"You implied it."
"I'm right, aren't I?" Since Seto didn't say anything Joey continued.
"You are allowed to be stressed."
"I'm not str-" Joey cut him off.
"You take care of your brother, go to school and run a company in your spare time. Actually I don't think the words 'spare time' exist in your vocabulary. Heck, do you ever do anything a normal teenager would do?"
Seto glared.
"I do..." Seto stopped for he couldn't think of anything normal he did, well except for the going to school thing.
"Told you so."
"Fine. So what if I don't act like an idiot like all the other students at this school." Joey's jaw dropped. Him, an idiot?
"Someone's getting defensive."
"You're the one who started all this." Joey sighed.
"I was just pointing out that could be the reason that you started touching windows again." Seto didn't say anything for he knew that Joey had a good point. Hell, he heard the same thing from his brother, even from a few doctors.
"I'll leave my laptop at home for a week." Joey raised his eyebrows. Then he grinned.
"Three weeks."
"Three?" Joey was pushing his luck.
"Two weeks." Seto shook his head.
"Okay one week, as long as you don't do anything related to work this weekend."
"I have a company to run! You want me to do nothing?" Can you say workaholic? Jeez, why ouldn't he be normal and be chocoholic or something like that?
"You can work for three hours."
"You don't understand anything about bussiness, do you?"
"You don't understand anything about being a normal teenager, do you?" Joey retaliated.
"Ten hours." Joey paused, thinking.
"Eight hours as long as you actually get out of the house, and I don't mean just walking to get the mail or something."
"I have people who get the mail for me. But it's a deal." Seto – finally – agreed. But then he didn't really think that he'd actually have to do that. How's Joey gonna know?
"And don't think you can get away without doing that. I'm going to get Mokuba to make sure you keep your word." The downside to having little brothers.
Seto rolled his eyes as if to say 'whatever'.
"How about I help you with reading now." Joey shrugged, not exactly enthusiastic.
"Don't people with Dyslexia usually have trouble spelling?"
"I dunno, you're the genius here." Seto looks down at Joey's bag and pulls out one of his binders.
"Hey, what are you doing?" Joey tried to take his binder back but fails hopelessly.
"Just looking at your English binder." He looks through it, looking at old tests and homework assignments.
"Just as I thought." Seto said triumphantly as Joey grabs his binder out of his hands and stuffs it back into his bag.
"Didn't anyone tell you not to go looking through other peoples things?" Joey asked angerly.
"It's not as if you have anything to hide do you? Keep crack in your binder or something?" Seto joked.
"I already knew you were failing English." Joey took the fifth [1] and just went back to drawing in his notebook.
"Fine, ignore me."
"I'm not ignoring you and for your information I have a D in English so I'm not failing." Joey muttered.
"Yet,"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Just let me help you study for the spelling test." Joey rolled his eyes in distaste then mumbled something sounding like okay.
Seto took out Joey's English binder again and pulled out the list of spelling words for the up-coming test.
"I can't spell any of those words..." Joey said.
"Have you even tried?" Joey pulled something out of his bag and put it into Seto's hands. It was an essay.
Seto looked at it. It was full of red marks – it didn't seem as if anything was correct. Wait, actually... no that's just his name. If Seto thought his spelling was bad before...
Seto turned to the last page.
F
"Told you."
"Well, you spelled your name right." Seto said in a failed attempt at humor.
"Haven't you ever heard that rhyme. You know the one about words with I and E in them?" Joey just looked confused.
"You know: I before E except after C." Joey shook his head.
"Well, now you have."
Seto looked at the essay again.
"How about I help you with your corrections. She usually gives you some points back if you do them." Joey just stared.
"Corrections! You know how long that'll take?"
"It won't take that long..."
"Whatever," Joey scoffed but even so he took out a pencil and started doing corrections – with the assistance of Seto.
And that is how they spent the rest of the session.
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[1] – the fifth amendment, which I (now) know isn't really the right to remain silent but it does say: "...Accused persons may refuse to answer questions on the ground that the answers might tend to incriminate them."
Anway the point is that you know what I mean, right?
.
Sorry this chapter took so long to put up. The next one will be better, promise. (or at least I hope so...)
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