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I stared silently at Gold. He was asleep on the couch; this was nothing new though, even though he had his own bedroom he insisted he sleep in the couch. I thought he was scared to sleep in my parents and I had once jokingly offered to let him sleep with me in my bed. Gold frantically denied. I don't know why Gold got so flustered when I asked him certain things; that's probably why he goes to the center now.
Today was the day me and Gold had classes at the center. I got to skip a whole day of school while Gold just didn't have to work. Not that his job was anything too complicated, he just had to look after me.
"Wake up, Gold. We need to be heading to the center soon."
Some people say that he doesn't do a very good job.
"Ugh, Black. What time is it?" Gold asked, finally escaping dreamland. Gold stared at me groggily and I stared back into his golden eyes.
"It's almost time for us to go to the center." Gold groaned again and I questioned if we would make it on time.
Gold noticed the look on my face. "Give me a moment." Gold got off the couch, and started to stretch. He touched his toes. "I'm ready." Gold was already fully dressed, and I wondered if he took a shower yesterday.
Gold and I left the house and began walking down the black electric road to the center. The roads brought the all the electricity that was needed to and from houses and took its energy mainly from the static of people walking on it.
"Ah." Gold cooed as he stared up at the morning sky. It was blue, for now. The factories in the area polluted the air during the day and made it gray. IT would stay gray until the sun set at the factories were closed, then during the night it would change back to its normal blue colour. "Isn't the morning sky beautiful?"
"Blue is better than dingy grey…" I replied. Gold turned to me and I thought he would scold me but he just smiled.
"That's the spirit!" He chimed.
"You know we have to go to the center today for that talk session thingy."
Gold's whole demeanor changed. He let his shoulders slouch and began walking slower. He sighed and stopped walking. "Why do we even need to do that? How are we supposed to know our purposes in life?"
I shrugged. Gold turned to face the eerie building, which we were now standing in front of. "Well, it can't be stopped now. Let's go."
We walked inside the center and were greeted by the secretary. "They are in room 2b. It's just down this hall to the left."
I peered down the hallway. "There are 4 doors on the left." I explained.
The secretary leaned over the desk and I could see clearly that she wasn't a morning person. "You'll know it when you see it."
Gold was waiting halfway down the hallway. I walked up to him. "Tsk, Tsk, Tsk. Black you need to learn to stop questioning authority." Gold opened the door and we walked into the room.
The room had changed from last time. This time instead of being red it was yellow. My teacher, Ms. Juniper, was there along with a man, who I guessing was our therapist.
"Take a seat." The man said calmly.
I glanced around the room and noticed only one chair. "There's only one chair…" I explained and the man wrote something down in his clipboard. I looked at Gold who was staring off in the distance, trying not to get involved. I decided since Gold wouldn't back me up he didn't need a seat.
"Hey, where am I going to sit?" Gold, asked when I sat down.
"Fine…, I'll just sit in your lap…"
The man let out a laugh and everyone in the room turned to look at him. "That isn't necessary we have another seat." He said placing it next to the one we were fighting over. Gold sat down in it. "Well, we'll begin by telling a bit more about ourselves. I'm professor Juniper and this is my daughter, your teacher, Ms. Juniper. What are your names?"
"This is Black and I'm Gold." Gold spoke before I could say anything.
Professor Juniper just stared at Gold awkwardly as he shifted under his gaze. "Time for the questions." Professor Juniper said as he took a seat in a chair. Ms. Juniper followed his lead and sat down in a chair.
"Let's start with Gold." The Junipers' glances landed on Gold.
"So Gold?" Professor Juniper started. "Have you ever had sex?"
"No." Gold replied while shifting again.
"No? Why not?" Ms. Juniper asked in such a way as if Gold should be ashamed of this.
Gold shifted awkwardly and I could tell he had no real answer. "Well, um… I just haven't found anybody I'm willing to do that with yet…" Gold caught the Juniper's condescending stares. "Bottom line is that I'm a mentor and mentors don't have to do that! They have no real reason to… so… I won't… until I have a reason…" Gold said as he began to blush.
"Pleasure." Ms. Juniper shot back the second Gold stopped talking.
"Eh?"
"You can have sex for pleasure, to fill a sexual need, as a therapy, or even as exercise. I suggest you have sex with someone before your next visit."
"You can't make me have sex with so one."
"I can and I will."
Gold sat there for a moment as if he was deciding what he wanted to do. "Ugh, fine. I'll try."
"It's nice to hear you say that." Ms. Juniper told him. She turned her gaze to me. "Now, onto Black. How are you're studies going Black?"
"Fine, thank you." I replied.
"Ant, wrong! You have a 'C' in my class." Gold glared at me. "I'm assigning you a research paper as extra credit."
I blinked, not knowing exactly how to react. I had never been given a research paper before. They normally saved them for children who don't act correctly and even then they don't seem very hard. They just go exploring outside and take notes about various things. I would know, I've watched them many days during Math.
"Serves him right. He doesn't even know how to spell his name." Gold said, crossing his arms and turning away.
"B-l-a-c-k." I chimed in.
Gold ignored me. "Ms. Juniper if you look at his records you'll see that this is above… his means."
"I know Black and he is fully capable of such a task, and you will be there to help him every step of the way." She replied. "Now out with you two, we have work to do and patients to see." She said as she ushered us out of the door.
Gold glared at me. "Now look! What are we supposed to do now? I have to help you do a research paper…"
Gold and I stepped on the moving pathway before I gave him my reply. "Gold, calm down; it will be fine, we'll just do a paper on what the king things happened to the pokemon. He'll give us a few sentences and we'll call it a day."
"Yeah, a few sentences that basically amount to I don't know!" Gold yelled, throwing his hands up. "We're doomed! Everyone will call me a bad mentor, and my life will amount to nothing!" Gold began sobbing. "I won't have any friends and I'll live alone. Now one will talk to me and they'll even exile me in the super market. I'll never be able to find the syrup isle again!" Gold paused, sniffed and wiped his nose on his sleeve.
We had arrived home by this part of Gold's sob story and I stood waiting for him to unlock the door.
"They'll even take you away and give you to a professional mentor that's a class S!" Gold sobbed, collapsing to his knees.
"Gold!" I whispered. "Be quiet! You're making a scene. Just open the door."
Gold got up, nodding weirdly and opened the door. I dragged him inside and sat him on the couch.
"Ok, Gold. Tomorrow, after I get out of school, we'll go up to the castle and as the king. Simple right?" Gold nodded, even though I don't think he was listening. I sighed. "I'm going to bed."
"But what will you eat? I haven't fed you yet…" Gold stated as I made my way to my bedroom.
I whispered something to myself. No matter how old I get Gold always insists on 'feeding me'. Though, I will admit, it has changed from the whole bib, hand feeding charade recently. Now he actually lets me use utensils myself.
"I have enough food for thought already." I told him, tapping my temple.
Gold laid back on the couch. "Well, suit yourself but I'll have you know I will not mentor a mal-nutrition child. If you lose one pound I won't let you skip another meal, including snacks, for the rest of the year."
I pushed aside his comments, telling myself that they were his way of making himself feel better. I laid down on my bed, staring at the slightly discolored roof.
"So all we have to do is go to the castle and as the king." I told myself. "He'll tell us everything we need to know and we'll be done." I yawned. "Easy as pie."
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