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 Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 9:43 pm
Azzo had avoided eye contact for a while, when Mr Nguyen spoke again, Azzo briefly looked at the man. When he removed his gaze he found himself looking at a piece of dust floating in the air, it was just large enough to watch float lazily on the air. Despite the fact he was watching a piece of dust, Azzo was listening, just as he had been since the start of the meeting, to what was being said.
He nodded as Nguyen spoke, this was to let the man know his words weren't falling on deaf ears. He looked back at Edward however, when he mentioned he needed a doctor. A soft frown that was mixed with the slightest amusement at the TV joke. Even for a lame joke, he was thankful for it. It lessened the tension, it had probably been thick enough in the air to cut with a knife, Azzo took a deep breath and let a soft sigh.
He wanted to avoid the doctors as much as possible, he'd felt bad before having to use the funds his grandfather had left him for the broken ribs and care then. It was starting to seem unavoidable and too much like destiny that he see an actual doctor. Unfortunately the only thing the pup could think of was the possibility of being committed. He didn't want to loose Grams again, he didn't want her to loose him. Azzo knew though, had to try something there was too much he couldn't fix on his own.
When Nguyen finished Azzo nodded, "I am not crazy." Azzo stated in an almost lack luster tone, however, he knew he had to convince himself of the fact. He shook his head, the thoughts away from everything for the moment closed his eyes and said again in a slightly more hopeful tone, "I'm not crazy."
He wasn't the type to believe in wishing on stars. However, Azzo would probably try it by this point if he thought it'd help, in settling his mind and in the avoiding a Doctor's vist. He looked at Nguyen, "You'll still help?" He asked trying to avoid any emotional glances, even the hopeful ones... "At least, for now?" He hadn't put much trust in people after his Grandfather passed, however there were a few that he allowed in, especially now, hoping they could help. Though hoping and reality had two big differences in them, Azzo knew that.
He shook his head, "And maybe just mostly alone..." He said softly, unsure if it was the truth, the words that Nguyen had said earlier seemed to have had time to fully process now, even if they were a bit late in a reply, "There's a few that were there... I don't know if we were before... but it seems like we might friends now..." He paused, what if they'd come to terms with things though, not minding the lapses of memory, and not caring if he was having problems. He didn't bother to say who, really there was only one that he saw often enough to even think of as a friend, the rest that he'd met happened to be passerby's or acquaintances, most of the time... He'd rather get to know at least a few more, there were two in particular, maybe they'd be willing to help, offer suggestions at the very least.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 10:30 pm
"Good," said Mr. Nguyen. "I think that the only people who can understand what you've been through are the other people who've been through it."
He was taking out Azzo's goal sheet again and signing it. Azzo had to hand it in each week at the office just to prove that he was attending counselling so that he'd get to have the spot made free, but there'd never been a session where Mr. Nguyen hadn't freely signed. Some people complained about unsigned forms due to screwing up in whatever way their counsellor didn't like. The slip was passed back to Azzo.
"You're not getting rid of me yet, you know." A half-smile. "I'm here for whatever I can do for you. Here's another off-the-record goal -- take it easy and hang out with some friends. Chill. I don't know." His eyebrows raised a little. "Chillax."
Nothing sounded worse than Mr. Nguyen uttering 'chillax.'
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:03 pm
Azzo took the signed Goal sheet and nodded, "Hopefully they can, but they seem pretty okay with it sometimes." He said with a shake of his head. He knew he wasn't the only affected by, but perhaps he was the one that was worse at hiding it.
He'd only gotten it out of Melody that one night she'd snapped, the snapping didn't go without provoking though. Which was probably an accomplishment of itself that one could actually provoke Melody Klein into snapping. Well at least he'd gotten she was a bit twisted up in it as well, more so than the wishing she could do something to help, to stop something like that from happening again.
It was when the word 'Chillax' was said that Azzo's attention was brought back to Mr. Nguyen. One brow lofted and he tilted his head to the side, as if to size up the man that'd just said the word. He'd heard the other stuff as well but that one word was what caused him slight confusion. "Tell you what. I'll hang out with some friends, if you promise to not use Chillax anymore." He said it almost as seriously as he could while his head was still tilted in that comical way, but he was joking on not using Chillax anymore.
At least it wasn't 'cool beans' that was one of the weirder phrases anyone had ever used around him. Even his Grams looked confused when she heard it. He'd been raised in the old-fashioned way, and he'd grown up that way as well. His manors probably also reflected it in his actions and not to mention in the innocence he held around girls, never meaning anything dirtier than what it was, everything was face value with him. "I might have to rustle up some actual guy friends though." With the exception of Marlo, Ingiaco and Grayson most of his friends were girls, "I think most of my friends have recently ended up being girls... Which is very odd...." He rolled his shoulders, it wasn't like he minded he wasn't any sort of player, however, having all girl friends seemed slightly odd to him. That was, when he actually thought about how many girls he'd met vs how many guys.
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Posted: Mon Apr 19, 2010 11:13 pm
"Hey," said Mr. Nguyen. "You'll be appreciating that in a couple years' time."
Their session was over -- he only got half an hour this round, alternating with an hour session the next. How much time you could get off with classes seemed to swing a lot. The counsellors had complained about it before, as apparently they liked hour sessions much better than half-an-hour's: Mr. Nguyen was smiling, at least. "No more chillax."
But then he went straight into nag mode. "Remember the resume. And the vegetables and fruits -- I want you to go home tonight and have a serving of salad with your dinner. Okay? Dark greens are the best and coleslaw doesn't count, Azzo. And read your sleep hygiene sheet."
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 9:49 am
Azzo shrugged and nodded, "Probably." It was one of those, not sure what you're talking about but I'll figure it out later type deals.
He looked at the time, it was amazing how fast time went. When Mr. Nguyen agreed to not saying chillax anymore Azzo grinned, "Good. Then I'll find some friends to hang out with."
He gave a nod mentally noting what he was asked to bring. "Hm... might have to pick up a bag of salad, but can do." He said with a another nod.
He paused, making sure he had everything, "Right, sleep hygiene." He gave another nod, "I'll try to invest in something with head phones too, so if I need background noise I wont' wake up grams." He said as he stood so he could free up the room for the next person that needed a chat with Edward.
"I'll see you next session then?" He said in a more polite sort of 'I'll see you later' type deal.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 5:59 pm
"You better," was all his counsellor said. He was stacking up Azzo's sheets and files. Away went the notes, away went the folder, away went everything labelled 'A. W. Crowley' neatly into the stacks. "Azzo?"
He always ended everything like this. Every time. "Thanks for talking," said Mr. Nguyen, as though the simple act of communication was something to be genuinely grateful for, and he gave Azzo a little wave. By the time the boy was out the door he could already hear the telltale rustle that was probably Mr. Nguyen unearthing another Kit-Kat bar.
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Posted: Tue Apr 20, 2010 6:03 pm
Azzo nodded in the I will fashion, pausing just a second in his way out the door to see what Mr. Nguyen wanted. "No problem." He said softly, "Everyone needs a little help sometimes."
He returned the wave and headed to his next class. It was still going to be a long day, lack of sleep was going to start getting to him if he wasn't careful. Being sleepy made the classes drag out longer, he wished he knew why.
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