therapy and candy {derek}

[Ashley Ian Days]

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a warning to the prophet, the liar, the honest

-------------------- TO THE LEADER, THE PARIAH.

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Lunch time. Well, it should have been lunch time. For Ian, it was time to go see his counselor. He got out the last few minutes of his previous class to get there on time, even though he knew that his counselor would be a little late from having class just before. Ian would just wait on one of the plastic chairs in the hall. He sat with his legs tucked up underneath him in what some would still call "Indan-style" despite it not being politically correct. Who cared about that, anyway? Ian obviously did not. It was called that for a reason, not to be derogatory or anything. Silly people were silly. "Not as silly as you. Willingly reading a history textbook for a course you don't even take. Bor-ring," Josh complained as he sat down on the floor across from Ian. "We should go out and do something. You need a girlfriend." Ian rolled his eyes and shook his head a little before focusing on his textbook again, taking another gummiworm out of the bag to pick apart and eat while he waited. He was not very fond of waiting but at least he had a book to read while he did. He always got a bit antsy before seeing his counselor though. Derek. Ian always worried about seeming like an idiot in front of the guy; though, the senior was really not sure why. He was just another person, so why did his opinion matter? Ian was not sure why it mattered, but it did. Josh often teased him about it, much to his dismay. Josh liked to tease him about a lot of things. Sometimes, it made Ian wonder why they were friends. Then, he remembered that Josh was the only one that has always been there for him, and Josh could see the shadowy thing as well. The thought of which made Ian glance down the hall out of the corner of his eye with a slight scowl. It had been lurking around again that day, he felt it the entire time he was in his previous class. Ian shifted uncomfortably in the seat and frowned. He really just wished it would go away. Reaching up to ruffle his already untidy hair, Ian put his focus back on the book, ignoring Josh taunting him with his first name. His name was Ian, dammit. In attempts to ignore the shadowy thing, Ian kept his gaze on the book and continued reading, periodically having one of the gummy candies he had, until he heard footsteps in the hallway, making him look up. "Hi," he said with a smile, straightening up in his seat a little so he was not hunched over anymore as he spotted his counselor nearing the office door he sat next to. He always felt awkward when first speaking to someone, no matter how many times they talked. It was just weird. What did you say beyond the typical "hi, what's up?" and that was just lame. Instead of trying to think of something else to say, Ian dropped his book into his backpack and stood up, picking it up while making sure he still had his candies in the bag. After a moment, though, he held the bag out toward Derek McBride and said, "Want one?"

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tagged: derek words: 054 outfit: link notes: ew. word count will get better.

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[Derek Aden McBride]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 444px; background-image: url(http://i758.photobucket.com/albums/xx223/ka7raelizabeth/2m30orn-2.png); border-top: #7D1A42 solid 12px; border-bottom: #7D1A42 solid 12px; width: 457px; padding-top: 10; padding-bottom: 10;] Derek took a moment to glance at the clock. Since he didn’t have class at noon he usually set his schedule to meet with one of his students. Ian Days, a kid that had Schizophrenia and a case of ADHD. One reason why he got into learning everything he could about Schizophrenia was because of his sister. Willa had severe Schizophrenia accompanied by severe paranoia, and both since she was a young child. He walked over to one of his students and carefully helped her adjust her position in the downward facing dog position by puling her hips back a hair so there wasn’t so much pressure on her hands and wrists. He continued talking. His voice was soothing, calm, and strong all at the same time. Watching the students slowly change into the next pose, the child pose, the last pose before he had them lay flat on their back. Once it was the time where he had them lay out flat on their back, breath, and listen to what he’s saying. He’s soothing voice hopefully lulling stress right out of their bodies. This pose usually lasted anywhere between five and ten minutes. It was some of the student’s favorite part of class. Maybe it was because class was about over, but who knows. He dismissed class around 11:55. Since he usually ended up cleaning up, it unfortunately meant he was often about five minutes late to his appointment with Ian. He stifled a yawn behind his hand as he picked up and rolled up each yoga mat before lining them up neatly against he wall. He also took a minute to change. Pulling on a pair of skinny jeans and a shirt that was a bit to snug, but would have to do. He looped the belt through the loops in his jeans and fastened it, shoving his sweat pants and tank top into his bag. Slinging it over his shoulder he walked out of the room, closing it behind him. He breathed in the brisk cold air; it chilled him to the bone. It was freezing outside and his jacket was sitting in his toasty warm office. It made him pick up the pace, being careful not to slip on the ever dreaded black ice. He thought back to Ian as he was about to meet with him. The kid intrigued him in a way that no other student worked with him did. He was awkward around him. Derek ALWAYS knew better than to tell them that their delusions weren’t actually there. Because it did hurt them and he knew it pissed the hell out of Ian when people told him that Josh wasn’t real. Derek knew it was frowned down when he treated Josh like he was an actual person, sitting in the room with them, but the last thing he wanted was to piss off one of his students. Their minds were delicate and he didn’t really want to piss them off. He pulled open the door and walked down the hall. Feeling warmer instantly. A grin pulled at his lips when he spotted Ian sitting in the hallway in front of his office. He always looked forward for his sessions with Ian. He found it was so easy to be around the teenager. ”Hey there Ian” he replied. Derek could tell that Ian was feeling awkward, it in turned made him feel a bit awkward, but he didn’t dare let it show. He grabbed his keys from his bag and unlocked the door. The jingle of the keys notified the wolf hybrid that her owner was back, but she didn’t move from his position in the corner of the room where a pile of blankets were bundled up. But her head was peaking out from under the blankets since she liked to burrow his way under. He looked at Ian for a moment before nodding his head. ”Sure.” he gingerly reached into the bag and took one of the gummies. ”Come on in.” he said, closing the door behind the teenager. ”I’m sorry I’m late. Got stuck cleaning up after yoga class. Give me a minute to gather my wits and get my things.” He grinned sheepishly as he shuffled his things around in his bag. He grabbed a notebook and pen just to have in case he needs to take notes. He sat down as he ruffled his hair. ”So how have you been holding up? he asked as he bit the gummy. TAG: Ian | OUTFIT: here |WORDCOUNT: IDK xD | NOTES: sorry for the wait ><

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