Give Me Therapy

Honestly all I've done was laid on the couch and stared at literally nothing. I rarely ate or drank but no one was here to check since Brendon was in the studio for two days straight.

He gets like that when he's in the studio. He gets into it or if he can't find a lyric he'll spend days thinking of it. Sometimes I hated him being in a band that toured a lot and couldn't say no to their fans about encores.

I hated to say it but I missed him.

The front door slowly unlocked and I perked my head up. No one else really has a key to this place. The door opened and closed and I heard him sigh before hanging his coat up. I pushed myself off the couch and into the small hallway where the front door was.

Seeing him made me jump forward and into his arms. He placed his hands through my hair and started to massage my head. "You're home." I state softly. "I'm home." Brendon informs kissing my head.

I looked up at him and grabbed his face before pressing my lips to his whose I missed very much. He grabbed my hand and led me to the couch and sat me on the couch. He checked his phone before placing it on the table with his keys.

I stared at him dreamily as he looked around in thought. "Have you been eating?" He asks. "A little bit." I shrug. "Sleeping?" He questions. "Rarely." I shrug again. Brendon gives me this stern look and sighs.

"I talked to your friends and some of my friends. We all decided something." Brendon states loudly before grabbing my hand. "Oh God you're sending me away forever?!" I gasp dramatically. "No, but Pete Wentz thought something. I mean Patrick couldn't stop crying, Andy was silent and Joe well Joe wasn't there." Brendon explains.

i knew Fall Out Boy very well and knowing that they cared made me happy but I was afraid of what Pete said. "Pete suggested that you should go to therapy sessions." Brendon says tensing a bit. "No way in hell." I clench my teeth.

"Maggie, this would be good for you." Brendon sighs leaning his forehead against mine which I truly loved. Especially after a show when his forehead is warm and sweaty and his hair is sticking up in many places.

"Fine I'll go but not willingly." I sigh giving in. "Thank you. I'm sorry. I love you." He rushes kissing my nose.

"I know."

Notes

Changed the days to Friday's and Sunday's like my other story so more than three comments for Sunday's update xo

sorry it's short