tw for mentions of depression and anxiety
meet cutes day five
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Scorpius doesn't want to be here, but his parents are forcing him. They think that his depression and anxiety is going to magically get better if he 'talks it out'.
Right, because Scorpius is actually going to talk about the thoughts in his head with random people he doesn't know. Right, because talking to random people, which gives him anxiety in the first place, is going to make everything a-okay.
Sometimes, Scorpius can't stand his parents.
He walks into the room, trying to push his hands further into his jean pockets. They're shaking, and probably sweaty as well. They always get damn sweaty when he's faced with people he doesn't know.
What if he makes the wrong first impression? What if they hate him? What if they think he's a complete weirdo? What if they talk about him behind his back, saying that his problems aren't valid, aren't real? What if he's not messed up enough to be in the support group?
Scorpius takes a deep breath as he walks in and evaluates everyone else there. Everyone seems to be his age, a teenager, except for a few older people, maybe in their late twenties.
Everyone's already sitting down.
Shit, Scorpius thinks, feeling the blush already begin to rise. I'm late.
He goes to sit down, sure that everyone's staring about him. He knew that they should've left earlier. Now he's late and everyone is staring at him and oh my God, they're judging him and hating him.
He takes one of the only empty seats, next to a boy with dark hair and green eyes, around his age. He makes fist in his pocket, trying so stop them from shaking so badly. It's like he has his own personal vibrator.
"Hi," the person says next to him, giving a little wave. "I'm Albus."
Scorpius nods, finding himself incapable of using his vocal chords. This Albus probably thinks he's a huge idiot.
Who would come late?
Scorpius turns away, knowing that Albus' eyes are still on him.
(What he doesn't know, though, is that Albus' eyes are on him, trying to memorize the exact angle of Scorpius' jaw.
It's fucking beautiful, Albus thinks.)