Post by Deleted on Feb 13, 2012 12:57:22 GMT -5
Hey all! New chapter story!! I hope this doesn't offend anyone, it's not meant to, it's just a cute story, no nasty memories in it at all! I just needed a way to get them together.
"Oh, would you stop yer whining?" Keith asked. Ryan could all but hear an eyeroll through the phone.
"Be quiet," he grumbled. "I can't believe she's making me do this,"
"What's the big deal? So what, you sit down for an hour, you say whatever the crap you want, the lady gets paid, not from your pocket...it's like a human journal,"
"I don't want nor need a human journal," Ryan growled. "I want to go home."
"Sharon insisted..."
"Well, perhaps I know what's better for me than Sharon does, huh? I don't NEED to have counseling! This is ridiculous, it's pointless, and I-"
He paused as the door opened behind him and whirled around. "I tend to get that a lot," came a light voice from the door. Ryan whirled around to see a young woman standing there. "But let's give this a shot anyways, alright?"
"Oh, I....I'm sorry..." Ryan mumbled, lowering his phone and snapping it shut.
She waved him off. "No worries! Like I said, I get that a lot. Shall we start again?" she asked with a hopeful look. He nodded. "Hi," she greeted, taking his hand in her own. "I'm Kimberly Sevile, you can call me Kim,"
"What, no 'Doctor'?" he asked.
She chuckled. "Nope! I'm just Kim. I couldn't stand being called 'Doctor'...honestly, it reminded me of Doctor Who," she pointed to her calender, which had a picture of David Tennant and Billie Piper printed on it.
"I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who," Ran said happily.
"When I get on that show, I tend to talk for hours," she giggled. "Maybe we can discus it later. For now, let's sit down,"
He tried to hide is uneasiness and nodded. "Good!" she chirped. "Go ahead and make yourself at home."
He looked around the office confusedly. There was one desk in the office, it took up most of the space. One desk chair was on one side where she was, with her computer off to the side. That side was covered in papers and miscellaneous tings scattered. Behind her was a small counter with a few drawers and a shelf above that had papers spilling out of it. Above it on the alcove above was a journal set up on display with a mosaic on it. His side of the desk only held tissues, a stress ball, pen and pad, and finally, a small stack of business cards that had her name printed on them, with a small cartoon frog beside the printed letters.
"This is it?" he asked.
"Yep!"
"...No couch?"
"Nope!" she said equally as optimistic. "No couch, and none of the," she stroked her chin, "How does that make you feel?" she said in a deep voice, making him chuckle. "So what shall we talk about?"
"Well...don't you know? I mean it must all be in the file,"
"I don't read those files." Kim told him. "I am a counselor...break that apart, that's a console-er. I'm here to help people through the hard stuff, and I want them to to open up to me on their own. There can't be trust when you feel like I've peeked into your private life. So you tell me what you want to tell me. We don't have to talk about your past today,"
"We...We don't?"
"Nope," she said again. "We can talk about anything you want to. Music, movies, Doctor Who," she winked at that one. "We can talk about me," Ryan's brow furrowed at that. "No one liked talking to a stranger," Kim explained. "So, if you have a question...shoot."
He thought a moment, slightly flabbergasted by all she had said. He glanced around the room a moment longer, thn took her in as well. She had very tan skin, nearly as dark as her mahogany hair, which had a few bright blonde streaks that flowed down past her shoulders. Her eyed were the same color, deep and dark, starkly contrasting against the teeth of her effervescent smile.
"You don't look Irish," he commented.
"I just got back from an internship in Dubai," Kim told him, grabbing a photo from aside her monitor. Sure enough, there she was on the back of an elephant of a things, dressed in robes and grinning. "They're looking for a school counselor for a few transferred students for the US. I'm one of the candidates."
"That means you're..."
"From good ole Florida!" she laughed. "I picked up the accent when I moved here. I used to be a student counselor there, then moved on to adults. I'm thinking of going back, though,"
"That's nice," he commented.
"So, what do you do for a living? Or is there more you'd like to ask me?"
"Oh, would you stop yer whining?" Keith asked. Ryan could all but hear an eyeroll through the phone.
"Be quiet," he grumbled. "I can't believe she's making me do this,"
"What's the big deal? So what, you sit down for an hour, you say whatever the crap you want, the lady gets paid, not from your pocket...it's like a human journal,"
"I don't want nor need a human journal," Ryan growled. "I want to go home."
"Sharon insisted..."
"Well, perhaps I know what's better for me than Sharon does, huh? I don't NEED to have counseling! This is ridiculous, it's pointless, and I-"
He paused as the door opened behind him and whirled around. "I tend to get that a lot," came a light voice from the door. Ryan whirled around to see a young woman standing there. "But let's give this a shot anyways, alright?"
"Oh, I....I'm sorry..." Ryan mumbled, lowering his phone and snapping it shut.
She waved him off. "No worries! Like I said, I get that a lot. Shall we start again?" she asked with a hopeful look. He nodded. "Hi," she greeted, taking his hand in her own. "I'm Kimberly Sevile, you can call me Kim,"
"What, no 'Doctor'?" he asked.
She chuckled. "Nope! I'm just Kim. I couldn't stand being called 'Doctor'...honestly, it reminded me of Doctor Who," she pointed to her calender, which had a picture of David Tennant and Billie Piper printed on it.
"I'm a huge fan of Doctor Who," Ran said happily.
"When I get on that show, I tend to talk for hours," she giggled. "Maybe we can discus it later. For now, let's sit down,"
He tried to hide is uneasiness and nodded. "Good!" she chirped. "Go ahead and make yourself at home."
He looked around the office confusedly. There was one desk in the office, it took up most of the space. One desk chair was on one side where she was, with her computer off to the side. That side was covered in papers and miscellaneous tings scattered. Behind her was a small counter with a few drawers and a shelf above that had papers spilling out of it. Above it on the alcove above was a journal set up on display with a mosaic on it. His side of the desk only held tissues, a stress ball, pen and pad, and finally, a small stack of business cards that had her name printed on them, with a small cartoon frog beside the printed letters.
"This is it?" he asked.
"Yep!"
"...No couch?"
"Nope!" she said equally as optimistic. "No couch, and none of the," she stroked her chin, "How does that make you feel?" she said in a deep voice, making him chuckle. "So what shall we talk about?"
"Well...don't you know? I mean it must all be in the file,"
"I don't read those files." Kim told him. "I am a counselor...break that apart, that's a console-er. I'm here to help people through the hard stuff, and I want them to to open up to me on their own. There can't be trust when you feel like I've peeked into your private life. So you tell me what you want to tell me. We don't have to talk about your past today,"
"We...We don't?"
"Nope," she said again. "We can talk about anything you want to. Music, movies, Doctor Who," she winked at that one. "We can talk about me," Ryan's brow furrowed at that. "No one liked talking to a stranger," Kim explained. "So, if you have a question...shoot."
He thought a moment, slightly flabbergasted by all she had said. He glanced around the room a moment longer, thn took her in as well. She had very tan skin, nearly as dark as her mahogany hair, which had a few bright blonde streaks that flowed down past her shoulders. Her eyed were the same color, deep and dark, starkly contrasting against the teeth of her effervescent smile.
"You don't look Irish," he commented.
"I just got back from an internship in Dubai," Kim told him, grabbing a photo from aside her monitor. Sure enough, there she was on the back of an elephant of a things, dressed in robes and grinning. "They're looking for a school counselor for a few transferred students for the US. I'm one of the candidates."
"That means you're..."
"From good ole Florida!" she laughed. "I picked up the accent when I moved here. I used to be a student counselor there, then moved on to adults. I'm thinking of going back, though,"
"That's nice," he commented.
"So, what do you do for a living? Or is there more you'd like to ask me?"