The Therapy Sagas

Chapter 9: Lizzie the Imaginary Gecko

Liz and I just finished with our previous patient early and were getting bored. We were going to go find something else to do. Well that didn't work out so well and we decided to get a knish and come back. I was only two bites into my knish when:

"Dude I'm back lets get started because I like so have to like go surfing in Hawaii with my stiff bro. Whoa you two are like not Dudes! You two are like Dudettes. What's up with that?" our last patient, Alex Summers, hot surfer dude from Hawaii said. He was really awesome. He had a nice tan, and was really toned up, and

"Rae gets on with the story!" Liz yelled.

"And he had nice abs and"

"Fine I'll tell this chapter! Seeing as you are acting all boy crazy! So here's what happened next."

"Ok so I'm like gonna need names and numbers," Alex said.

"I'm Rae and my number is"

"You cannot go out and give your number to random patients Rae! Come on even I know that!" I yelled at her.

"What you like doesn't think that I'm like a crazed psycho killer or something? Do you?" Alex asked us.

"No but your in here and everyone knows that if you're in this story that you have a serious mental illness," I explained to him.

"Yeah well don't worry about me because I am like just a surfer dude who just happens to be single," he said with a smile. A number flashed in the room but may appear at the bottom of your screen if you are incredibly crazy, stalker-ish, or boy crazy like Rae.

"What?" Rae said.

"Oh nothing just go back to drooling over the hot surfer dude.

"So you admit it you do like him."

"I never said that."

"Are you trying to steel my man."

"Rae did you forget to take your crazy pills today?"

"Don't you try to make me look bad in front of him? Maybe that's your plan. Make me look crazy so you can have him all to yourself!"

"Do you even hear what your saying?"

"Ladies. Ladies. Ladies. There's enough of me to go around," he said in an egotistic sort of way. I don't think that Rae really cared though.

"Now can we please get started," Rae said.

"RAE WE'VE STARTED ALMOST A PAGE AGO!" I yelled at her.

"Why didn't anyone tell me?

"We did! You were to busy drooling over surfer dude over there to even notice!" I yelled at her.

"Really? Like it matters now! I'm taking back over this story and no one can stop me!" she yelled and was soon followed by an evil laugh.

"Ok." I said.

"Now that I, Rae, have control back over my story. Lets really get started," I said.

"Sounds good to me," Alex said

"Yeah that's because you're not the one who got the story taken from her now are you?" Liz said depressed.

"Anyway let's go. Were you physically abused when you were a child?" I asked him.

"No," he answered.

"Emotionally?"

"No."

"Verbally."

"No."

"Did you go to summer camp?" Liz asked.

"What does summer camp have to do with anything?" I asked annoyed.

"Summer camp is bad for some people. They have traumatizing experiences."

"Like what?" I asked.

"Well I went to summer camp once," Alex said.

"Oh yeah and what happened when you were at summer camp?" Liz asked.

"If it was a traumatizing experience why would you want to have him re-live it?" I asked her.

"Because most likely it will be incredibly hilarious," she said.

"You're right. Go on."

"Well when I was little I had a gecko named, Lizzie. She was small green, lived in a shoebox. Ran away when I was at summer camp. Good times good times. Well until she ran away that is." He said.

"Awe how sad," I said.

"How could your gecko run away? Geckos can't run?" Liz said.

"Liz it's an expression. When your pet leaves you people usually say that they ran away. Like how little kids do when they get in trouble and think that they don't need their family anymore." I explained to her.

"Oh well why didn't you say so. I mean come on because Geckos can't even run. Why would they even have something like that?" Liz asked.

"I don't know. Why don't you go asked the person who invented it and stop bugging me so that we can get on with this thing." I said. "How long did it take you to get over your gecko?"

"Not that long since she was an imaginary one," he told us.

"Wait you had an imaginary gecko?" I asked him.

"Yep," he answered.

"And you kept her in a shoe box."

"Yes."

"And she ran away while you were at summer camp?"

"That's how it went."

"That's pathetic!"

"Hey you kept pretending to be your therapist when your therapist ran out after being in here with you for 10 seconds!" Liz said.

"Yes but I'm not a cross dressing therapist." I told her.

"That's true."

"Um excuse me the rest of the patients are waiting for you," the secretary buzzed in.

"Oh well then send them in."

Sorry for the delay it's just that I was moving and I'll update ASAP for the last chapter.