sucker l o v e is h e a v e n sent ;; jimmy

[Lexie Ashton]

Again, it was a shitty day for Lexie. She had obviously ended up here, and really didn't want to be sent to treatment at all. In fact, she didn't even think of her issues as really being a big problem. Plenty of people got away with doing worse stuff than she did, and didn't get sent to some place for supposedly "troubled" people. There was nothing wrong with her. It was pretty much an automatic assumption that any rich girl living around drugs and alcohol would end up like that. It was the worst thing she could imagine. At least she had a little bit of weed and a pack of cigarettes on her, but somehow she had managed to not have anything to drink. She needed a pick me up of some sort. Today that was oxycontin, but who knew what kind of pill she'd be popping tomorrow.

At least the weather was pretty nice outside, it was sunny for the most part, and quite warm, something she never actually experienced very much in Manhattan. But then again, she had always been cooped up on her own little world there. With a cigarette and lighter in hand, she walked out to the fountain. She was wearing a tank top, and a pair of skinny jeans, along with a pair of pumps, and a handbag. She was already 5'9", and her shoes only made her a lot taller, which she liked, even though sometimes it was a little bit intimidating, but she thought that it shouldn't be that big of a deal. Being who she was, she liked to look good at all times, and be perfectly polished. Obviously, her taste in clothes didn't hurt at all, but then again she came from money, which was nice, but she didn't necessarily feel as though she needed it all the time.

Walking out to the fountain, Lexie lit her Camel 99 light, and took a drag. She knew that smoking was bad for her, but she didn't really care. She would die eventually and it didn't matter to her when that was, as long as she had a good time with it. She sat down next to the fountain, and stared at it for a little while. She was out of it, since she had obviously partied a little too hard the night before. It was a rare occasion when she wasn't either drunk or high, or coming off drugs, and sometimes, she had a hangover. Yeah, she was a party girl, but why did it really matter. She didn't feel like there was really a big problem with it. After all, what fun was it living a life of moderation, when excess was way more fun? Obviously she had to at least pretend that she was getting better, or else her parents would force her to go to rehab clinic in the middle of nowhere. And they weren't nice enough to send her to the Cirque Lodge or some nice place like that. No, she wasn't going to have a personal chef or anything along those lines, but for now she had to deal with that.

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[` jimmy ahern]

Jimmy sighed and looked at his reflection, the bags under his eyes were less apparent by his eyeliner, but you could still see the bruising. His hair, oh, don't even get him started on that mop. He'd tried brushing it to make himself look better, but no, apparently, his hair seemed to hate the brush as much as he hated being late. Knowing he couldn't get much better than he was, Jimmy checked out his clothes. Black and more black as usual, but as always it fitted him perfectly. Black was his mood, black was his hair colour, black was his personality, black was Jimmy Ahern. There was no doubt about it. Deciding not to care about how he looked, Jimmy stepped away from the mirror, not wanting anymore sadness at looking at himself and knew it was time to feed the coffee monster in his belly.

He picked up some money, his phone and a packet of cigarettes from his art table and dashed out of his dorm. Jimmy knew the monster couldn't wait any longer. For once in his life here at Franklin High, Jimmy got to the cafeteria in a few minutes, normally, it took him much longer than five, but today, it seemed that he was awake without his usual three cups of coffee, which wasn't a good thing at all.

Sighing to himself as he paid for the coffee in three plastic containers, Jimmy allowed his thoughts to travel to his brother, Rodger. For some reason he just couldn't explain how scared and nervous he was for his brother, Rodger really had a problem and wasn't just sent here for being scared of lateness. Rodger was depressive, alike Jimmy, but Rodger had it worse. Jimmy had anxiety, but Rodger had it a scarily amount. Attempting to calm his thoughts down Jimmy took a long sip from one of the plastic coffee containers. The strong scent burned it's way down his throat and immeadetly, Jimmy forgot about his dorky brother. Coffee was his only love for now.

For some reason in his coffee-drugged-up state, Jimmy walked outside to the fountain. He noticed a girl standing there, she obviously had some money from the clothes she was wearing and Jimmy wondered if she'd stolen it. Hey, you never know what can happen here, he reminded himself. "Um, hi." He introduced himself to her senses and waited for her reply.

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[Lexie Ashton]

Though the weather outside was fairly nice, it seemed that there was nothing that could make Lexie feel any better. This was one of the worst crashes that she'd ever experienced, and hopefully she would be able to get rid of that feeling with a cigarette. Yes, she was perfectly aware that if any teacher caught her that something bad could happen. But honestly, what could be worse than this place? Taking a few drags on her cigarette, she just needed to calm down and make herself feel a little bit more sane. Yeah, like that would ever happen. There was no way that Lexie's life would ever go back to being "normal". Well, it never was to begin with, so really there was nothing that she could go back to.

At least for now she could try to relax, the operative word being try. She felt so tense for some reason, most likely because so much crap had been going on in her life. That, and the fact that she hadn't taken any kind of meds today at all, which for her was a bit odd. Thankfully there was plenty in her bag that she managed to sneak in. How she did it, Lexie didn't know, but it was the only thing that got her through the fact that she was sent here. After a while, a guy that she didn't recognize came over to her. She hadn't really talked to anybody since she'd been here, and she was okay with that, but since he had talked first, she figured she might as well reply. "Oh, hi," she replied, "I'm Lexie", she added, figuring that an introduction would have been the civil and polite thing to do. Contrary to what most people thought, she really was a fairly nice person, but her look, and her past were cause for being judgmental.

[` jimmy ahern]

Jimmy felt as though he was on fire, the sun was beating down on his black hair, on his black clothes, making him feel incredibly hot. It wasn't as though the coffee helped by burning down his throat, but he still drank more and more of the stuff. Jimmy knew that he shouldn't have worn black clothes, considering just how warm and summery it was outside, but to be honest, he didn't care one little bit. If he got a tan, so be it, he just didn't want anyone to realise just how miserable he really was, and if no one found out and they thought he was improving, maybe, just maybe, he'd get out of this hell.

He knew he'd never be able to leave without Rodger, though. And the little chance Rodger would get better wasn't going to happen, even Jimmy knew that, and Jimmy wasn't exactly the sanest person you could meet. Suddenly, he felt ashamed of himself, he'd called his own brother, his own flesh and blood, mad, well not those exact words, but he knew he meant it and that's what hurt the most.

The sound of the girl's voice filled the air around the fountain, not many people were here, he realised, but he guessed they would be inside, like the normal people they were. Jimmy changed his thoughts from his brother to the girl standing infront of him, after all, he'd made the first move of talking to her. "I'm Jimmy." He nodded, which was his way of smiling at people. not that anyone would catch on to that, but still, he liked to be nice when he could. Jimmy took another gulp of coffee that stirred his senses and spoke again. "So." He said, smacking his lips together. "What're you here for?" Forward, he knew, but really, when you were a leader, no one cared much.

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[Lexie Ashton]

The sun was shining down on Lexie, and she was trying to figure out why in her crazy mind she had decided to wear jeans and heels on a day like today. But at some point she just got used to it, but back in New York it was always just rain and slush, or if she were lucky, it would be overcast. She hated how she was stuck here, and the fact that it seemed she would never get better. It wasn't like she actually wanted to get help, in fact, she didn't think there was anything wrong with her at all. To her, in this place, they could find something wrong with the most normal person. But it was better than a psych ward or something like that.

Lexie was perfectly aware that things weren't going to get better overnight, but it made her so angry that there were plenty of people who had done worse things than she had and gotten away with it, or were just ordered to pay a fine. It wasn't like that would be too hard for her. She had the money, so why was she even here? Her parents just hated her that much, was the real answer, but they would never admit it. So, she was stuck here for however long they wanted her gone.

It seemed rare that somebody else would be outside, since there was most likely more to do inside, rather than just stare at a fountain for however long. However, her alternatives seemed a lot less appealing. She really didn't care for going to therapy or anything like that, and honestly she didn't actually want to do anything besides smoke, drink or take a few pills. Sadly enough, at this point, that wasn't an option. "Nice to meet you," she replied, in a fairly nonchalant manner. She was a little surprised when he asked what she was here for, but everybody here had done something, so it wasn't that big of a shock. "Oh, just the usual, drugs, alcohol, eating disorders," she replied as if it weren't that big a deal, since for her it wasn't. "What about you?" she asked, retaliating the question, as it seemed only fair.

[` jimmy ahern]

He looked down and tugged at his clothes, looking at Lexie's he could tell that she was a rich chick, he guessed what she was wearing was designer, whereas Jimmy's clothes were merely from a wal-mart store or somewhere alike. This made him feel not only uncomfortable, but nervous round her. Sure, he hadn't noticed this fact beforehand, but he'd been so busy drinking his addiction then, and now, well, he had noticed. Sighing, He took a lengthy sip of his coffee and focused n his own clothes, black and more black, naturally, as his wardrobe was made up of none other than black garments. Lexie looked summery and happy in her clothes, whereas Jimmy just looked like the weirdo depressive that he was. He realised that she could cloak herself in her clothes at that point. Everyone could tell that he was in the midst of depression, whereas, Lexie, well, they would think she was one happy rich girl, being sent here because her 'daddy' thought it was best. When, maybe, just maybe, she was depressive, too. A long shot, but not so far off, if you looked outside of the box.

Shaking his head from the thoughts that captivated him, Jimmy felt the pang of want for his cancer sticks, but realised all too late that he hadn't brought any out with him. Cursing silently in his head, he waited until Lexie stopped talking before he asked. It wasn't as if he hadn't been listening to her, but his mind had been in a separate place at the time. "Me?" He asked, actually surprised at the question, most people in here where all about themselves and didn't ask polite, kind and probing questions like that. Sure, Jimmy did, but he was a leader and leaders did what they want. Sighing, he replied to her. "Well, I've got anxiety pretty bad, I'm a depressive, I tried to kill myself, I've cut myself." He shrugged on the outside showing that he wasn't bothered in telling her all of this, but really, he was panicking on the inside. "Oh, and I've got insomnia, too." Jimmy shrugged once more, again seeming like it was nothing to be ashamed of. Not that he was ashamed of his disorders, just they got a bit annoying after a while.

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