Undesired

"I don't see why you refuse. I'm an ass who deserves it... maybe Dustin can do it. Right after I kick his."

"How about no, Ill just snuggle you to death, then you will have had what you deserve." Mike smiled softly.

Alex sighed.
"You're too sweet." He pecked his forehead and hugged him.

"I know I am, im way to sweet for you." He nuzzled Alex's neck.
Was he Bipolar or something?

"I'm fucking bipolar aren't I?" Alex whined, rubbing Mike's back soothingly.

"I dunno, one of us are. I have no idea which one though. Maybe we are but simply crazy." He laughed lightly.

"I think so." Alex groaned, kissing Mike again with a small smile..

"Gosh we need professional help, seriously we do..."
He was thinking about therapy.

"Wanna see if we can get therapy...?" Alex asked softly.

"Yes, I was thinking about that. I think we need it." Mike sighed softly.

Alex nodded.
"We do. Badly. Where we gonna find a therapist?"

"I know someone...."
An old friend of Quincy's, he was a licensed therapist.

"Who?" Alex hummed softly, curiosity in his voice as he tilted his head.

"Kindle. He has had a bad past but he is really good at getting into peoples heads." He nodded.

"Well I'm sure that'll be fine as long as I don't gotta see Quincy." He pecked Mike's cheek.

"He lives a while away from Quincy but I can get him to come here." He nodded happily.

"Alright." Alex nodded. "When?" He asked.

"Well when do you want? Im sure hes not busy, he is never too busy for his job."
Kindle loved his job.

"Maybe in a few hours? Or you want to do it some other time?" Alex asked

"A few hours." Mike got up and went to phone Kindle, coming back ten minutes later.
"He will be here soon."

"Alright." Alex nodded and walked off to get dressed. He did want to make a nice first impression.

Mike did the same, making sure he looked presentable.
An hour later the door was knocked on.

Alex jogged to it, dragging Mike along.
"Hello." He smiled as he opened it.

Kindel grinned at them.
"Hello, Im Doctor Kindel Kopeland. According to Mike I will be your personal therapist. Apart and together. We can start out first sessions now." He stepped into the house. He was shorter than Mike, his hair was straight, hung in his face. He was dressed in black skinny genes and a button up shirt. Mike lead him over to the couch, Kindel sat on a chair near the door as Mike and Alex sat next to eachother on the couch.
"So. Why might you have needed a therapist?"

"Err, there are several things..." Alex bit his lip. He looked over at Mike, asking where he should start.