A/N: Not even a thousand words! What a disgrace, I know. But I realised I needed something like this in order to move on with the story, so just take it as a bridge chapter which connects the important events together, or something like that. I think I'll have a couple more chapters like this, just because otherwise I will never finish the fic, but rest assured the following chapters will be longer and stuff.
Thanks for sticking with me, even if you are a new reader and you haven't had to experience the two year gap between my updates, haha.
Enjoy!
I WILL BE ABLE TO LEAD A NORMAL LIFE
May, 20, 2007.
The following months are probably the best three months of my life, because it's when I'm the happiest, however that also means that nothing really interesting happens so I've decided to give you a brief outline of what happens rather than going to details.
During the next few weeks Tiffany and I grow closer. I knew when we had our conversation in the soccer field that we would need to start making big decisions and changes, but I also hoped it would all be for the better. Slowly, I end up spending more time at her house than I do at mine. We both prefer her garage to my attic because there's more privacy and there's less chance of my Mom walking in on us. Most of the time we just lay around, not really talking or doing anything but laying on each other's arms. With Tiffany I know there's no words needed to express what we both feel, because every time she sits on my lap or she puts her arms around me I know that she's saying she loves me through her actions. And she knows that every time I look at her I am expressing it too without saying it, because that's how I feel most of the time. The first time we have sex, in her room, I realize that she's one of these people that can be different persons in the same day, one by day and one by night. After spending the day with typical anti social Tiffany, at night I get to experience how soft, gentle and caring she really is. And I tell her so as kiss her flawless bare chest and she moans in pleasure from my kisses. At first she is really insecure about having sex together because she says she wants to get tested again for my own safety, to show me that she doesn't have any diseases, but I soon manage to convince her that she doesn't need to do that because I believed her when she said she had already been tested. The second and third times are wild, as if she were an Amazonian woman from exotic places.
When we wake up the next day we continue our running routine, as if nothing happened the night before, and afterwards we go to the gym my brother got me the membership for. I work out for an hour and a half whilst she watches me because she says she enjoys it. There are no more violent outbreaks from either of our sides, and I get hopeful because I know that if I'm able to control my behavior then I won't need more meds and my life will return to normal, so I will be able to lead a normal life with Tiffany.
After a full month, Cliff finally tells me to stop coming to therapy. He says he does not see a reason why I need it anymore, and I get both sad and happy because although I know it means a normal life and I will see Cliff with the Asian Invasion, it also means I won't have the weekly chats with Cliff and that somehow gets me in a sad mood. He also tells me he will reduce my medication considerably and that if I do well enough I should be out of meds in another month or so. When I tell Tiffany about this, she kisses me and laces her arms around me so I can't move. She also tells me I should start looking for a job so we can start saving money to rent a place of our own. I ask her why we need a place of our own when she has her garage, but she tells me she wants to be away from everyone, including her parents. Now that she has me she doesn't need them the same way she did before. Besides, she says, there is a professional dance studio next to a town that's a few miles from here, and she'd really like to rent a house close to it so she can perhaps start working as a dance instructor too. When I tell Mom about our plans, she bursts into tears and tells me it is just exactly what she had been hoping would happen when I got out of the bad place. I am shocked beyond speech when she pulls out an envelope and tells me that inside it I will find all the money I need to pay the upfront deposit of a rented house plus enough to allow us to buy new furniture too. I ask her if Dad knows about this and she says it was him who made her give it to me so soon because apparently they were going to wait until Tiffany's birthday, which is April 17th, to give it to us. And so Tiffany and I embark on a house hunt and a month later we find this small but perfect house on the same town that Tiffany had suggested to me and we end up moving there within the week. Now, I am finally off my meds and I can tell you that I have never been happier because not being on my meds allowed me to look for and find a high school teaching job on a school nearby, which I should mention I was lucky enough to get because with my history you could say it could have been harder. Our new house is small but cozy; it has two rooms plus a small living room, a kitchen and one bathroom. My favorite part is a brown couch which we have on the living room because it is really comfortable and it reminds me of my sessions with Cliff and how I would choose the brown couch only if I wasn't feeling depressed, which has not happened in a while.