Nola gives the runaround to Elon, even though she’s a bad liar. It’s time for her to finally realize she can’t be a petty child forever.

"So you went by yourself."

"Uhh... yeah..."

"That's great Nola! You can now go without me, right?"

"Uhh... no..."

"What do you mean?"

"She tricked me. She told me you were there but she only played your voice."

"But I wasn't in there with you, so it still counts."

"No it doesn't. Elon, she's a bad person, I don't want to go there anymore."

"You have to go. She made you go by yourself. That means whatever she did works."

"No, I don't want to. She tricked me! She forced me to drink orange soda! She stood there outside the stall intimidating me! She lied about you being there! She even saw my panties!"

"She told me you didn't pull them up."

"... she still looked at them!"

"Nola, y0u're going to continue seeing her."

"MMMMMMMMM...."

"Nola, why are you complaining? You went to the bathroom without me. It's been years since you've been able to."

"That's not the point. It's how she did. It was dishonest. If this was a sport, she'd be disqualified for giving me steroids."

"Nola, stop saying crazy things. Just keep doing the therapy and keep seeing her."

"Please come with me, Elon."

"No, you gotta go by yourself."

"But you're seeing her too, so let's go together."

"We have different reasons to see her. You need to go by yourself."

"Then accompany me."

"You'll just get too comfortable if I'm there. You're going by yourself."

"mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm..."

==At home, Elon POV==

So Nola finally went by herself. This is great. She's making progress, but the reason why she went... I don't like it.

According to the doctor, the only reason Nola went is because she played the fake confession. The one where I pretended to confess to her. That's problematic. I don't share those same feelings for her. The doctor said that she refused to confess her feelings openly, even though it's extremely obvious. Still, Nola went by herself, so there's something else we can do to get her to go by herself without assistance of any kind. But what is it?

But I have a feeling I know what it is. No, there has to be something else we can do.

==Nola POV==

Stupid doctor, forcing me to drink orange soda only to make fun of me. And Elon was right outside in my time of need. I bet he planned it with her too. I hate you both!

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NO, I LOVE YOU ELON! I hate the doctor, though!

MMMmmmmmmm... I love you Elon, I want you to be my boyfriend. I managed to pee without you because I thought you confessed to me. Now, I'm on the toilet again and nothing is coming out. Stupid Elon, just fall in love with me already.

I've been here an hour and my poo is not coming out. I'm calling Elon.

"Elon, I can't go. Come here please."

Elon arrives and I manage to go. I get up and pat him on the butt. That's our symbol to tell him I'm done... and I get a little something too.

"Nola," he says as we leave the bathroom, "are you making any progress?"

"Kind of. I'm doing the therapy for sure."

"Well, you went today without any problem so remember, you can do this."

He's being supportive, I'm sure. He wants peace from this, but I can't let him go. I want him to like me. Maybe, just maybe, he's waiting for me to tell him. Yeah, that must be it. He wants me to confess my love for him first. I just have to do it and maybe he'll finally confess.

"Elon, I want to say something."

"What is it?"

"Umm... uh..." Come on, Nola, just say it. Just say it and he's all yours! "I... want you to... please..." Why won't the words come out? Just say it!

Who am I kidding. He doesn't like me and I don't want to be rejected either. Poor Elon, he's had enough of me and is going to leave me forever. I'll never see him again!

I just give him a big hug and a nice kiss. I embrace him as tight as I could as I snug my head on his bosom. I also squeeze his butt a bit.

Maybe now he'll get the message.

"Nola, are you okay?"

ELON, YOU IDIOT! Read my body language, will you?

"Yes, Elon, I'm fine. Please, Elon, don't disappear."

"I won't. I'll be there for you, but you got to learn how to be on your own from now on."

"I'm on my own? I don't know what that means. Why can't I just marry you and give you babies?"

"Nola, please, just concentrate on bettering yourself." He kisses me on the forehead and returns to his apartment.

Maybe he's right. Maybe this whole thing has messed me up so much. I've been too comfortable with this. He says it's not normal, even though it feels normal. I don't get it, but I'll trust Elon. I'm going to work hard on the therapy, on the exercises, and not listen to my mom's crazy ideas. I'm going to try hard to go to the bathroom by myself, try hard to make friends, and even find my own boyfriend. I won't be a burden to him, I'm going to be a good person that he will give me head pats, hugs and kisses, and maybe even pat my butt like do. I'm going to do it. I'm going to better myself for him!

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No, I'm just going to trick him into liking me.