MERCURYS POV.

"Favorite color?"

"Lavender. Sometimes emerald green."

"Favorite number?"

"Infinity because you think the sign looks cool."

"What do I crave when I get angry?"

"Fried chicken."

"My favorite type of cheese?"

He thought about it for a moment. "Trick question. You like all cheese."

Damn it. I thought I had him.

"Wow. You really do know me well."

We were in the waiting room, waiting for Dr. Patterson to start another session.

I'm glad I'm not freaking out this time.

"I'm amazing, I know."

"Woah, you haven't won just yet. It's my turn. Go."

"Ok, fine. What's my favorite color?"

"Black."

"How do I like my coffee?"

"You tell people black, but you actually tend to sneak chocolate syrup in it when you can."

"Damn, you're good. What's my type?"

Ha! He thought he could win.

"Trick question, you think all women are beautiful."

"Last question," he stared me down. "What was my first tattoo?"

Oh no.

"It's- god what is it? I know it!" I groaned. "It's- it's- this is unfair! You have too many to remember."

"Times running out babes. You've got five seconds left." He looked at his watch.

"Its- its- that smiley face you have on the inside of your lip!"

"God damn it." He groaned.

"Ha! You lost! Now you have to buy me fries!" I did my little happy dance in my chair.

"Jesus, if you would ask me to buy you a salad or god forbid at least an Apple that won't be baked into a dessert, we wouldn't have to go through this."

"Sorry, I was thinking about the French fries my father is going to get me, what was that?"

"You're despicable."

"You're despicable-er."

"That's not a word."

"It is now."

"Mercury, are you ready?" Doctor Patterson smiled as she opened the door to her office.

"Yeah, I think so." I politely smiled back.

"Alright," Angelo bent down and kissed my cheek. "I'll see you in an hour."

"Are you going to stay here?"

"No, I've got some Christmas shopping to do. Dominick is around here somewhere."

Christmas shopping you say?

"Well in that case I want a dog, seven pairs of socks, a plant that doesn't die, one single ruby, and a soda."

"Yeah Mer. Funny. What do you actually want?"

"World peace. Love ya." I walked into Patterson's office.

Let's get this over with.

"Well Mercury, it seems you've almost completely changed since the last time we saw each other. You were more open this time than you were before. That's amazing, what changed?"

"I talked to my father about some things. Life has gotten a bit easier."

"And do you still see your stepfather?"

I'm not sure if that'll ever completely stop.

"Twice in the last week I've had a nightmare about him. That's better than what it has been, but still."

   "Of course. That's much better. And you're relationship with your biological father? That hasn't changed?"

I shook my head. "No. We're still best friends."

   "Glad to hear it. He seems nice."

Who?

"Who?"

"Your father."

"Angelo? As in my Angelo?"

"Yes."

"He looks like he wants to kill someone all the time. How do you get nice of of him? I mean don't get me wrong, he's a teddy bear when we are alone, but to other people? No chance."

She smiled again. "You can see it in his eyes."

Our eyes are so dark they're almost black, how can she tell?

"Whatever you say Doc."

I barged into Angelos room, unannounced with a bag of fries in my hand.

   "No, I did not allow- I don't care if he's my right hand, you go through me first if you want to start doing anything like that. Absolutely not. Listen, you better make sure that all of this is cleaned up in the next fucking hour or else I'm coming down there." He abruptly hung up the phone.

   "Hello father. What happened this time?"

"You're uncles a prick."

"You say that every time I ask."

"I wanted a sister. And then they came home with that."

    "And you told everyone who asked that you had a sister, I know the story."

"I'm just not meant for boys. I'm really not."

     "So no little brother?"

"No little anything. This world is already populated enough."

    "Fair enough." I popped a fry into my mouth as I sat down on his bed. "Speaking of girls, Gino said he thinks he's ready for a daughter."

   "He said what?"

"Yeah. He thinks that if you can do it, anyone can."

     "Yeah right. Any time the topic of menstruation is brought up he gets really pale."

   "I thought all dudes did that, but then you showed up, you know, a hardcore feminist, so I was proved wrong."

   He really is awesome.

"It's natural. It makes you even more bad ass in my opinion." He shrugged.

  
    "You know if I weren't you're kid, I'd want to be adopted by you."

     "Please, who else's kid would you be? Only that could come from this." He gestured to himself.

   "Ah jeez."

"I mean, this had to be shared with the people baby, embrace all that you've inherited from me because I've done the world a justice by adding another me in it."

  I was already laughing to the point of tears.

"It's not funny, I'm hot."

"You're narcissistic."

"You don't love having a dad with abs?"

"Ew, no. So many girls my age come up to me and ask where you've modeled. It makes me nauseous and angry."

   "What do you say to them?"

"It depends. Sometimes I lie and just say that you've worked for Armani. And if they keep following me around, I just tell them to back off because you were mine first. It depends on their stalker level."

    "Fair. Oh, before I forget, I have to go on a trip in a couple of months."

   I loudly groaned. "When and how long?"

"End of February, three weeks."

I groaned even louder.

"Where?"

"California."

"Fine but only if you bring me back something. And by something I mean something from Disneyland."

    "No."

"Yes-," I dramatically gasped as I remembered something.

    "Jesus, what?"

"There's a new Princess movie out! Where's the remote?!"

   "No no. We are not watching-," I climbed over him to grab the remote from the bedside table.

   "Yes we are."

"God, every time you watch one, you end up sobbing."

"Tears of joy!"

"What about when you watched that one with the dead people and that one kid who was still alive-,"

"Sore subject. Don't talk about it."

He began to mumble in Italian.

       It's definitely worth it.