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The sun shined down and as Lance charles MicClain walked down the street.

Step by step.

He couldn't help the feeling growing in chest.

It felt like flowers growing in his lungs making it harder to breath.

It's just an one hour appointment.

He'll be in and out in no time.

Lance pushed open the doors and was smacked in the face by the cold air.

It felt like being in the store by the frozen meat i'll.

He walked up to the person at the desk who gave him a face as she sighed him in and told him to wait till they called him.

He didn't bother returning the face as he sat down in the very back.

About 5 minutes passed and he was pulled out of his daze.

"Lance MicClain!"

He stood up and followed the a tall middle aged women.

She had maple skin and hazel eyes as brown hair was held in a messy bun. The most noticeable thing about her were the many pens sticking out the foundation of the messy bun as if she had place on in and forgot were it was and grabbed another and did the same thing 15 times.

She had a nice orb to her as if she didn't have a care in the world.

She didn't smile tho.

Lance would like to think it was because she was so chill that she couldn't smile and that it would take to much energy.

But for the first time in a while as she stopped at the door she shined Lance and only Lance a smile.

Lance was surprised and left dumbfounded as she walked away.

The door opened and a women with nappy black hair and light brown eyes let him in with a smile.

There was a long couch in the room, one chair, and a glass table with a huge window at the left end of the room.

Lance sat on the couch and the women sat on the chair with a board in her hand and a pen in the other.

"So Lance tell me how are you feeling right now at this moment?"

Her voice was calm as she watched the way Lance moved uncomfortably and wrote it down.

"I guess at this moment i feel rejected."

Lance said fiddling with his thumbs as She wrote both things down.

"Oh and tell me why do you feel rejected?"

Lance looked at the ceiling as he laid on the couch folding his hands on his chest you know (that kinda guy)

"A lot happened this week. Lost all my friends. Hurt someone who didn't do anything wrong. Lied about it to his brother. And my ex is back in town."

Lance said in a sarcastic happy voice.

"Ah i see and why did you hurt this boy?"

"Impulse."

There we go blaming it on impulse.

But it actually was impulse.

"So you're saying you had the urge to hurt this boy?"

"No-i mean- i didn't want to hurt him i just wanted to teach him a lesion."

Or did he.

Did anything he did to Keith ever have a motive.....or was it for his twisted game?

"What do you mean be 'teach him a lesion'?"

Lance started to think over everything.

"Lance have you been taking medication?"

Lance flinched.

She wrote that down.

"I a don't have anymore."

"I see....before you leave the appointment i'll have Miss Brazil get you a new bottle."

Lance nodded.

"Let's talk about your family."

Lance groaned.

She wrote that down.

"I don't want to talk about them..."

Lance whined.

"I know Lance but you have to find a way to get over what happened."

Lance closed his eyes in frustration as his brow digged into his four head.

"Lance how do you feel right now?"

"Frustrated with all this shit- i mean...sorry..."

She wrote that down. 

Lance sighed.

"You gonna add my tantrum to my record huh..."

"Yes."

Lance groaned again.

"But i already have like 70 on there! You guys have enough to place me in a mental asylum."

"And we won't."

She spoke with such a reassuring voice but Lance had grown to not trust others.

You saw what happened with Pidge and Hunk.

His two 'best friends'.

There probably laughing and having fun without him.

It's not like he did anything anyways.

He's just the 3 th'd wheel.

Lance felt his face go down as his vision became blurry.

"Lance are you alright. What is it?"

"Oh you know doc just thinking about how happy people are without me nothing much."

"Do you want to talk about i-"

"No. You know what i have something i forgot to do."

Lance got up and grabbed his bag.

"Lance you can't just walk out."

"Watch me."

"If you walk out those doors right now i'll add it to you're record."

Lance ignored her and left the room.

"Lance!"

Lance walked to the front desk to cheek out and saw Miss Brazil.

She looked at him as she placed the 16th pen in her bun.

"Lance dear you're done?"

Lance looked at the floor in guilt.

"I a...chickened out."

"I knew it."

Lance looked up at her as she tried to hold back laughter.

"This morning when you called me to tell me you were coming in today you sounded so confident in yourself. You had such a stupid face on talking about how you were going to make a big entrance for Miss bon."

Lance blushed in pure embarrassment.

"YO-YOU WERE ACTUALLY LISTENING TO ME?!?!?!?!?"

Miss Brazil burst out into laughter as Lance started to mutter to himself as if it was the end of the world.

They then noticed everyone looking at them and Brazel took him to the back were the medication was.

"So from the look of Miss bon's chart you've been really mad lately?"

Lance slowly nodded.

"Go get some weed for that :>"

Lance gasped.

"YOU'RE TELLING A UNDERAGED KID TO DO DRUGS???"

Miss Brazel giggled and shook her head. 

"Weed is an orb and i was kidding."

Lance looked at her blankly.

She walked around a bit before she found it.

"Here some relaxation pills"

Lance nodded and she handed him the bottle.

She smiled warmly at him and Lance had a blank face.

"Miss Brazel do you like me?"

Lance asked bluntly.

Miss Brazil flinched and looked Lance in the eye.

"Wut?"

"You've been smiling a lot today. It can't be good for your health."

"And doubting yourself can't be good for you're's."

She threw back.

Lance nodded in agreement be quickly shook his head.

"Off topic."

"Lance I like you a lot."

Lance blushed but was cut off by her continuing.

"You're like a son to me."

She smiled and hit him on the head.

"Ow.. :<"

"Now let's check the next thing. :>"

She looked at the chart.

"Antidepressants is next"

She marched around like a soldier and even acted like she had been shoot.

Lance bursted out into laughter and she just smiled.

"Here you go Lance MicClain."

She handed him the bottle and looked on her list to see if anything else was left.

"So that's all for now if you run out again call me :>"

Lance nodded and was about to walk to the counter but was stopped by here.

"You're backpack zipper is down sweaty."

Lance stopped and she fixed it.

"Thanks!"

Lance smiled running to the counter to check out his items.

Once he bought everything he looked back to see Miss Brazil paying the counter i few bucks.

It wasn't important so he cast it aside as he walked to the bus stop.

He smiled to himself and sat on the little bench.

He looked at the bottle's and opened his back pack to place them in but saw two bottle's in there.....and they were both what he just got.

He saw the note and read it.

Dear Lance 

These are on the house :>

Love ya.

Miss Brazil-

Lance placed the other bottle's in with them as he saw the bus coming.

He smiled to himself as he walked on.