My patient. ~Irwin~ My therapist Sequel

13. 1st Date.

''What?'' I say looking over at her.

''Do you call her Lia?'' She asks still glaring.

''What?'' I gape. ''No, I dont actually.'' I tell her.

''Hmm.'' She sighs and looks out the window.

"Whats wrong, Lia?" I ask resting one of my hands on her knee.

"Nothing." She sighs.

"Lia, Dont get me started." I groan.

"Okay fine." She snaps. "I'm little of edge with your job because you get new patients everyday and you could fall or them." She sighs. "And Lia?" She laughs. "Thats just great."

"Lia what the fuck?" I pull into the drive way and she glares at me horrified at my choice of words.

"Dont what the fuck me, you know what the fuck I mean." She raises her eyebrows.

"Dont raise your eyebrows at me." I tell her.

"Dont tell me what to do." She pokes her tongue out.

"Stop being childish, Lia." I cross my arms and look out front.

"Stop being childish, Lia." She mocks turning into the same position.

"Shut up." I groan.

"Shut up." She carries on.

"Seriously, Lia. Dont make me give you silent treament." I say while she talks over me.

"Fine." She pokes my arm. "Ashton, i said fine. I'm not being immature anymore." She laughs. "That rymes." She says. "So this it huh? The silent treatmeant, well I'll just carry on talking unti-" I pull her up against me and cup her cheeks in my hands and kiss her.

I pull away to get air and smile looking at her.

"Nothing will ever come between us." I tell her.

Michael

"Hey Evie, I'm back." I yell walking into my apartment.

"Hey babes. Guess what?" She walks over to me.

Ugh.

"What?" I say smiling.

"I got my dress." She squeals pulling me by the arm to sit on the sofa.

"Really? Thats great, we are almost there." I fake smile.

"Yes, I'm so excited to be Mrs Clifford." She claps kissing my cheek.

"Yeah I cant wait either." I chuckle nervously.

"Oh yeah, theres something I want to talk about." She says playing with my sleeve.

"Whats that?" I frown looking at her.

"Well you know Amelia." She says.

"Lia." I correct her. "Well I would know my own best friend." I almost snort but she glares at me.

"Well she tried on this bridesmaid dress and she looked pretty bad in it, I mean I tried telling her but she wouldn't listen and bought the dress." She sighs laying her hand on my knee.

"I doubt she looked bad, Evelyn." I frown.

"Alright, she looked stunning." She huffs. "She cants be prettier than the bride." She smiles grinning. "So tell her to change the dress to a plainer one or I remove her from the list." She says.

What the actual fuck, I'm so glad I'm not marrying this thing.

"Anything for you, Evie." I kiss her forehead.

"Oh and I will go to therapy tomorrow." She reminds herself.

"Good, I'm glad you decided to go." Because girl, you seriously need therapy.