A/N: Jenna x Reader
PART TWO WAS REQUSTED! SO, HERE YOU GO <3
⚠️TW⚠️: Drug addiction, Depression, PTSD, Slitting wrists.
HERE WE GO!
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Jenna's POV:
I arrive at the rehab centre to see Y/n and as she's giving me an update, I'm not paying much attention. I'm beginning to not trust this rehab centre as they have been very aggressive towards my girlfriend for no reason which is pissing me off as they are accusing her for no reason, as well as being aggressive.
How is she supposed to live in something like that when everyone is against her?
"All right, right now is time for her session. Follow me." The woman says, I nod my head and stand up. Following her out of the room and she directs me upstairs and to Y/n's room. It gets taken place in her room? I swear, I saw someone having a therapy session in a room that wasn't their own. She knocks on the door, "Y/n, I will be coming in and I don't want you to move." I hear her say, I raise an eyebrow at her. What is she, a dog? She opens the door and I notice her look drained, her eyebags are bad, she has tears falling down her face, and I can tell she really needs rest. I see her go to move— "Uh, Y/n. I'm not afraid of getting Paul to talk to you." The woman threatens, Y/n stays seated and stares at the ground. "You are to sit beside the therapist."
"Can I not sit beside Y/n?"
"We don't allow that due to the fact that it could be distracting." She answers before walking away, I sigh and shut the door, heading over and sitting beside Y/n. Y/n not even looking in my direction.
"Y/n." I whisper softly, her head moves toward me and I can tell she just wants to hug me but everyone will overreact. I can feel her shaking this bed.
"Ma'am, the lady—"
"—I know what she said but they aren't treating her like a human. I'm gonna sit next to my girlfriend whether you like it or not." I cut her off, glaring at her before looking over at her, resting my hand on her back. "It's okay, my love, you don't have to be scared." I assure her softly, she nods her head and whimpers as she continues to quietly cry. "What've I missed?"
"We have discussed what we talked about last week."
"Which is...?"
"We talked about her past with her parents." She informs me, glancing up as she writes down something in her notes.
"Okay, and what's your name?" I ask her,
"I'm Dr Nesbit." She answers, I hum and lean back, me and Y/n sharing a glance before facing her. "So, Y/n, can you continue to tell me about what your dad did?" Dr Nesbit asks her, Y/n takes a long sigh in before nodding her head.
"Uh, yeah, uh..." She clears her throat, "he— well, he wasn't apart of the family much, he was often off doing his own thing. He normally liked bar-hopping." She answers, truthfully, sounding upset and tired of telling the tale of the upsetting story.
"Mm... and how did that make you feel? It must've been tough to have an ill-present father, no?"
"I mean, it was hard. Yeah. There would be times where I'd have to hear from kids at my school that their dad saw my dad passed out at a bar or kicked out of one." Y/n answers in reply, fiddling with a bobble on her wrist.
"Did that strain your relationship with your dad?"
"Well, he wasn't around so there wasn't really a relationship that was being strained. He only really started trying when my gran died." She answers, glancing at me and itching behind her ear as she answers, I notice her shrug and I can tell she wants to shut down and no longer talk about it but she can't. She wants to run but she can't. It sucks to see her like this.
"And your relationship with Jenna, when did that begin?" Dr Nesbit asks her, I look over at her and see her staring at her, her eyes fall to the floor and she takes in a sharp inhale.
"Uh, I..." She looks at me and I can tell she's beginning to struggle. I go to open my mouth but I hear Dr Nesbit butt in,
"We prefer for the patient to answer the question, please." Dr Nesbit informs me, I nod my head not looking at her but staring at Y/n. I notice tears begin to fall down her cheeks. Come on, my love, it's May 23rd. Say May 23rd, you've got this...
"I..." She clears her throat, wiping her tears, "I don't remember." She answers, quietly, looking away from me.
"You don't remember?" Dr Nesbit asks Y/n, Y/n nods her head and looks down, ashamed, her left foot swaying forward and her right swaying backwards, the two moving past one another as she doesn't look at her therapist. "Okay," She mumbles, quietly, "can you tell me the first thing you remember about your relationship?"
"I... remember our first date, I think." Y/n answers, glancing up. "We went to her favourite bookshop then on a drive to the Hollywood sign and we stopped on the side of the road, eating ice cream and listening to our favourite songs. I... I remember asking her to dance with me and she didn't want too at first but I convinced her."
"Convinced?"
"Yeah." She answers, glancing away before looking at her. "Yeah, she was overthinking and worried that someone might see her and ruin the date but I assured her that no one was going to see us due to the fact that we were halfway up a mountain and barely anyone was around." Y/n continues onto say, before looking at her worriedly. "I didn't... force her to do it. I said, 'If you don't want too, just say that and we'll go back in the car and move on'."
"Okay, but that can guilt-trip someone, Y/n." Dr Nesbit replies, sitting up and shifting in her seat. Sounding slightly angry.
"I found it endearing. She didn't pressure me or anything, plus, I wanted to do it. I just had doubts." I try to defend her,
"Miss Ortega, can I speak with you outside?" Dr Nesbit asks me, I sigh and stand up, she gets up and heads outside, I follow after her and glance back to see Y/n looking at the ground. I can tell she's re-thinking everything and it makes me feel so bad on how clueless she is. "Although I appreciate your assurance, it's best to hear Y/n's side of the story and only that side."
"Okay but the way you're acting is making her feel like shit and completely making her begin to question everything. That's not something a therapist should make their client feel." I answer in reply, earning a scoff as she looks at me disapprovingly.
"Have you had experience with therapists?"
"I've had experience with ones like you and let me tell you, they never lasted more than a session with me." I answer in reply, seeing her hum softly. She nods her head.
"Well," She begins, "I'm hoping that you can understand that I simply just want this to be between me and Y/n."
"Then why am I here?"
"Emotional support." She answers in reply, opening the door and staring me down, waiting for me to go inside. I sigh and walk over, sitting down beside her and I entangle our hands together. I move my arm around hers and rest my chin on her shoulder.
"I'm sorry, my love." I whisper softly, she looks over at me and sends me a smile that isn't real, she's forcing herself to do this and I hate that she's here. I want her home with me, I don't care what happens. I just... I want her and her only to be safe and with me. I don't trust her with anyone else.
"Don't apologise, I need this." She replies, I shake my head.
"No, you don't. You can come home if you want." I offer, seeing her eyes soften and multiple tears fall down.
"I can't."
"You can, baby—"
"—I know, I know. But... But you put me here for a reason," She replies, wiping the tears away. "I wanna prove it to you, I wanna prove I can be sober." Y/n explains to me softly, "If I gotta go through this, then so be it. I'll do it."
"My darling, they are treating you like shit—"
"—And I treated you worse." She replies, sniffling as her bottom lip quivers. "Please, let me try. I... I wanna do this." She tells me, resting her hand on my thigh. She rests her head on my shoulder and Dr Nesbit is glancing between us, jotting something down.
I hate her.
*****
Y/n's POV:
I'm sitting in the seating area where we all have breakfast, I glance around at the people and see one struggling to open the box. I stand up, head over and open it for him,
"Here you go." I say, "Tell me when to stop." I inform the guy to do, I pour for a couple of seconds.
"Stop. Please." He tells me, I immediately stop. I set it down and pour the milk for him and hand him his spoon, "Thank you." He says, his voice gruff and tired.
"No problem." I dismiss,
"L/n, back to your seat." I hear a worker, named Greg, shout at me. I sigh, heading over to my seat and sitting down.
"Hey, she—she was just helping me out, man." The man defends me,
"That doesn't—"
"—Sir, she was helping. You are here to guide us and make sure none of us fuck up. You don't have to stand there, acting as if you're fucking God. Getting to stand there and judge us— no, we're all here to get help. And she helped, so, don't fucking act like she's a bitch when in reality, it was your job to help us." He argues, making me and a couple of people cheer. The worker leaves, walking somewhere else. "You alright...?"
"Y/n." I introduce myself, sitting beside him.
"Elliot." He informs, us shaking hands and beginning to get to know one another. He's new, and I've made a friend— I've... made a friend. Yay...
*****
I head out of my room and when I do, I glance down the hall, seeing Elliot. He smiles,
"Hey, how're you?" He asks me, I shrug lightly.
"I'm kinda tired. I got shit sleep."
"You did? I did too!"
"Ah, shit, we must be twins or something." I jokingly say, making him laugh, softly as we head down the corridor, beginning to walk downstairs.
"Do you got anyone visiting?" Elliot asks me, I think for a moment.
"Uh... what's—? What's the, uh, the day?" I ask him,
"Wednesday." He informs me, I groan and let my shoulders fall.
"I have therapy."
"Is it any good?"
"I think fellow drug addicts can help each other more than someone who doesn't know what it's like but they think they do cause of some fucking piece of paper that says 'Psychology Degree'." I answer in reply, making him laugh and he nods his head.
"Agreed, man, agreed." He replies, sounding high. I immediately look at him, my smile dropping.
"Shit, what you mean 'Agreed, man, agreed' like that?" My eyes glance between his, trying to inspect them yet he looks away, my shoulders fall. "Don't tell me...?"
"No. I'm not."
"You look like shit." I call him out, he sighs, tucking his hands in his sweatpants.
"I'm not... high."
"All right, c'mere." I say, taking him away from the rest of the group, taking him for a walk in the garden. "You wanna lie to me and say 'Shit, I ain't high'? Fine. But are you really going to lie to yourself and say that you aren't?"
"I said—"
"—Yeah, man, I heard what you said but I don't think you're listening to what I'm saying. This place might be a fuckin' shit-show but you know what, I'm the best you got in this fucking place." I say to him, seeing him look me in my eyes but I can tell that's he out of it. "So, I'm gonna ask you again. Are you high?" I ask him, seeing his bottom lip quiver. He nods his head, tears falling down his cheeks as he whimpers, beginning to cry. I stand up, hugging him. Him hugging me back, clinging onto me as if he had a choice of life and death and he chose... life.
"Yes." He answers, his voice trembling.
"Listen— hey, look at me." I say, pulling away from him, he looks me in my eyes. "Every day you wake up here, you're choosing to live. You're choosing to keep yourself alive, keeping that broken but one-day, happy heart beating. Do you really want to keep blowing out the fire that your heart keeps lighting? Because I gotta tell you, the reason it keeps lighting is because your body is trying to tell you that you need to face an issue or a problem and your mind isn't ready to deal with it or even process it happening, so, you blow it out. You ignore it, and what do you do?" He shrugs, "You do drugs. You find happiness in the emptiness because you don't have to deal with any issues. But right now, you are choosing life, and if you keep going that way? You can look deeper and realise that there is something worth living for. You just gotta find out what it is." I rant to him, speaking with sternness but also softness.
"I... I don't think I can."
"So, what. You wanna give up? You want to repeatedly come back and fuck yourself up because you can't seem to grasp the concept that you can someday be a decent human being?" I ask him, seeing his chest rise as multiple tears fall.
"I want too, but—"
"—If you want that, Elliot... Elliot, if you really want to be better. Don't let it kill you. Don't even think about it, I know that's easier said than done but you got a support system and it might be shitty here but you know that I am here. You know I... will always want to hear whatever you want to say. Rant or not. About drugs or not. Anything you want to talk about, I will listen." I express to him, feeling him hug me. I hug him back and pat his back, holding him close.
***
"So, Y/n, how're you today?" Dr Nesbit asks me, glancing up from her journal.
"Good, good. I... I made a friend and I've been helping him, I enjoy helping him and I feel like helping him has really brought a sense of worth in me." I answer, truthfully, feeling Jenna's hand hold mines, tightly as I smile.
"I see, and how is taking on another person's story like yours going?"
"It's good, I think it's making me realise the errors in what I once thought was right." I answer in reply,
"Right." She scribbles something down, "And how close are you with this friend?"
"Well, we met recently but it feels like we can talk about anything." I answer truthfully, "He needs someone to look out for him and I think that his parents stuck him here because they didn't know what else to do, and sometimes that isn't always good and going to help."
"It can be freeing to some."
"Or entrapment." I correct, "'Cause we have to sit here, talking about our issues that we may not be ready to face nor even confront. Thinkin' about shit that maybe never came across our minds and making us have so much anxiety about what we're having to do while you sit comfortably in your chair, acting as if you've experienced exactly what I have when in reality you haven't." I express to her, getting progressively angry, seeing Jenna look at me and Dr Nesbit finally and truly look at me. "You think you've been through shit? I've been through more. You think you know shit? I know more. Just because you have a piece of paper that says 'Psychology Degree' doesn't mean that you know exactly what I'm talking about, 'cause you know what?" I ask her, when saying 'Psychology degree' I make an annoying voice, trying to imitate her annoying fucking voice.
"What?"
"You know nothing about me, you know nothing about what I've gone through. Why? Because in a way, we may experience the same things but everybody handles everything differently. So, no. We aren't the same." I deny, "And the fact that you get to sit there, listen, and act as if you know what I'm on about like you've fucking been in the same boat is seriously fucking pathetic." I complain, angrily, seeing her nod her head.
"All right, why?" She asks, calmly.
"Because you don't know what it truly feels like. What we truly have to go through just to come here only to feel like utter shit about what we've done." I answer, aggressively.
"A therapist's job is to help—"
"—Exactly, and all you've done is make me question every single move I've ever done in my life. Convincing me that the one true real thing in my life," I begin, my breath hiccuping as I exhale softly, "I did wrong." I complete, leaning back slightly.
"How can you say you did it right when you can't even remember most of it?" She asks me, making me go completely silent. My eyes soften and I can feel my face completely drop. I feel tears flood my eyes, making me no longer see anything. My bottom lip quivers, my heartbeat quickens. "Exactly, you can't. It's why I'm here to stop you from making that mistake again. I can tell you love her, and I actually really like you two together." She expresses to me, glancing between me and Jenna, she sends me a small smile, handing me a tissue. I take it and wipe my eyes then get another and wipe my nose. "It's like two peas in a pod but if you really wanna keep her in your life, you're gonna want to listen to what I have to say." She expresses to me, speaking carefully and delicately. "You get me?" She asks me, I nod my head, sniffing as I wipe my nose.
"I get you." I respond, quietly.
"All right," She whispers softly, leaning back in her chair and I can see a smile. "I'm proud of you, Y/n." I hear her say,
"What?"
"I'm proud of you." She states, proudly. "You're making progress." She adds, making me smile softly.
"Y—You..." I let out a soft breath, "I am?" I ask, trying not to cry.
"You are." She states, nodding her head. "I have faith." She adds, sending me a comforting smile. I rest my head on Jenna's shoulder, letting myself cry and they both comfort me.
"I... I'm sorry. I... God, I don't know why I'm crying so much." I express to them, shaking my head and wiping my eyes.
"Because it hurts, it's painful." Dr Nesbit assures me, sending me a light nod. "And because of how long you've been dismissing everything, it's all coming at you at once and you're struggling to handle it all." She continues onto say, I nod my head in agreement. "And this is why you're here, to get it out. To accept it. To process. To do whatever you need to do." She concludes, I hum softly and nod my head. "It's gonna be a heck of a ride, but I believe that if we continue to talk— continue to talk about the real stuff. The real shit. Then... I think we can make some progress." She tells me, "I want to talk more about your relationship, if that's okay."
"It's my favourite thing to talk about." I express, truthfully, I feel Jenna kiss my cheek and I look at her. My eyes moving between hers and seeing her eyes glancing between mines. I want to kiss her so much... I look back at Dr Nesbit, seeing her smile softly.
"So, when you realised that Jenna liked you back, what were you thinking?" Dr Nesbit asks me, I think for a moment, before scoffing lightly.
"I... Shit, I don't know. I mean, I think I was more just... shocked." I answer in reply,
"How come?"
"Because I'm... me. I didn't understand the fact that someone would care so much about me and love me as much as I loved them." I express to her, truthfully.
"Now, why was that so hard to believe?" She asks me,
"I don't know."
"Self-doubt?"
"That and self-sabotage tends to be a... a re-occurring thing with me, so, I sort've just assumed after every small mistake, I'm already doing a shit job, how can I do something even worse? So, I spiralled, yet every moment, I wanted to take it back. I tried but..."
"But it only got worse the more you tried to fix it?" She guesses, my eyes meeting hers, I nod my head.
"Yeah. It... It just got worse and worse." I agree, nodding my head.
*****
Things have been going better, I get out tomorrow and I'm not going to lie, I've made a lot of improvement. I'm helping Elliot and although he's a work in progress at the moment, I think seeing me sober up has really inspired him too as well. Since, I'm getting out tomorrow though and Elliot will still have a week or two left, I'm gonna come see him everyday and I gave him my number so he can call whenever he wants.
Right now, we're sitting in the garden.
"Can I be honest with you?" Elliot asks me, looking out at the garden with his hands tucked in his pockets. I glance at him before focusing on him.
"Always." I answer in reply, looking over at him.
"I'm scared," He confesses, neither of us saying anything. "I don't know how I'm going to survive."
"What, rehab?" I ask him, he nods his head. "Just continue what you're doing."
"I won't have you."
"I'll visit everyday till you're out. I promise." I assure him, wrapping my arm around his shoulder, he hugs into me and I hug him back, protectively. I've really grown to care about Elliot.
*****
Jenna's POV:
I arrive home and immediately begin to smile, I'm so glad that Y/n's home.
"Hey!! Guess. Who's. Back!" I exclaim, excitedly. Taking my bag off and setting it down, looking into the kitchen and not seeing her. I look into the living room, not seeing anyone. "Baby? Where are you? I want a kiss!" I call out to her, hearing nothing. I begin to check every room. "Y/n?" I call out to her, beginning to go upstairs. I head down the corridor and into our room, I rest my hand on the door handle and push it down, I walk into the door. The door not opening. "Y/n?" I call out to her, glancing around. I attempt to open the door, yet it fails. Why isn't this opening? "Y/n, can you answer me, please?" I call out to her, I move down and peak through the little gap that separates the floor and the bottom of the door. Shit. "Y/n! Y/n, wake up! Baby, wake up!" I call out, quickly getting up. I try to open the door, repeatedly trying to open it. "Y/N!" I shout to her, my voice breaking. "Open the door—! Open—Open the fucking door!" I shout, hitting the door repeatedly. Trying to open the door. I let out a small sob. "Open— Fuck, I... I can't breath. Some—Fuck—Fuck—Fuck!" I exclaim, trying to open the door before sobbing. Letting myself fall to the ground as I sob loudly. "FUCK! Open the fucking door—!" I exclaim, loudly. I hear a door open and I look up and see Y/n, her arms covered in scars. My breath hitches. "Oh— Oh, fuck."
"Why did you do this to me?" Y/n asks me softly, tears running down her face.
"What?"
"You did this. You did this to me." She tells me, angrily.
"I... No, baby, I..."
"You made me do this! Why did you send me away? Did you not love me enough?" Y/n shouts at me, angrily.
"I do."
"No! You don't!"
"I do, baby, I... I love you more than life—"
"—More than life?! You made me fucking die, Jenna. My life is in your hands." She protests, stepping toward me. I quickly scurry back and away from her, her walking after me. "Jenna." She whispers, softly. Making my heart pound. "Jenna, help me."
I glance around— where the fuck am I? Why're there so many doors? I open one door and I see Y/n. Stepping toward me.
"H...Help me." She pleads, clinging onto something.
"No!" I exclaim, rushing toward her, she lets go. "NO—!"
"AH! No, no, no!" I exclaim, sitting up and breathing heavily, feeling tears fall down my face.
"Hey, hey, hey." I hear someone softly say, I look around and see Y/n. She walks toward me and hugs me, I cling onto her, sobbing.
"I... I tried too. Oh, fuck." I let out, softly. Sobbing into her arms.
"Shh, it's okay, my love. It's okay." I hear Y/n's angelic voice whisper to me, feeling a kiss being placed on my head. Wait, she's supposed to be in rehab, what is she doing here? I remove my head from her and I glance between her eyes,
"Wha...? What're you doing here?" I ask her, tilting my head and resting her forehead against mines. Resting my left hand on her cheek, stroking her cheekbone. "You're supposed to be in rehab." I remind her, she smiles softly and tilts her head.
"Oh, Jenna," She lets out, her voice silky smooth. I feel my neck being sliced, I gasp, trying to speak. "you hurt me... I ruin... you." She says, beginning to chuckle softly like some sort've fucking psychopath. "Maybe next time, don't put me in a fucking rehab centre." She threatens, spitting on my face. Straddling my waist and sitting me down. She grips my neck, beginning to choke me.
"P... eas..." I try to plead. I feel her move her face right in front of mines, her lips resting against mines for a brief second.
"Wake up."
"What?" I ask, my voice normal.
"Jenna, wake up—!" She tells me, sounding like Emma.
"Jenna! Jenna, wake up. You're okay. Shh, Jenna!"
*End of dream*
I gasp, waking up and whimpering, immediately sobbing and scared. I feel someone's arms around me and I fight out of it,
"No! No, get—! Get off—!"
"—It's me! It's me, hey—! Jenna!" I hear someone say, I turn around and see Y/n. "Jenna, it's me." She whispers softly. "Oh, baby, what happened?" She asks, resting her hand on my cheek and resting her forehead.
"You... You..." I struggle to get my words out before leaning into her, wrapping my legs around her waist and hugging her tightly.
"I'm here, now. Everything's okay." I hear her whisper softly in my ear, "Gosh, this is one way of getting back from rehab."
"I'm sorry." I apologise, sobbing into her chest.
"No, my darling, I wasn't complaining." She assures me, rubbing my back while her other hand is giving me head scratches. "Here— hey, no, here, let's lie down." She says, lying down on her back and I adjust, getting comfortable on top of her. "You just rest, I'll be right here." She assures me, I nod my head and tuck my head in her neck, feeling her begin to tell me a story that quickly makes me tired. Falling fast asleep.
***
I wake up to feeling arms around my waist, a head resting against the back of my neck. I rest my hand over the person and I immediately know it's Y/n. I turn around and lean back slightly, I rest my left hand on her cheek and rest my forehead against hers. Stroking her cheekbone. Y/n shifts closer, tucking her head into my neck and hugging me. I feel myself smile. Feeling a lot brighter but my eyes are really heavy and sore from the crying, I also feel very mentally drained. It's difficult.
"Hey." I hear Y/n mumble into my neck, her voice raspy and attractive. "How're you feeling? Are you okay?" I hear her ask me, her hand that's resting on my back beginning to move up and down,
"I'm fine, now." I whisper quietly, feeling a kiss being placed on my neck.
"Are you sure? I just want you to be okay." She expresses to me, moving her hand up to the back of my neck, stroking the back of my neck, making me melt toward her.
"I... I will be." I mutter, quietly.
"Okay." I hear her let out, another kiss being placed on my neck, making a smile tug wider on my lips.
"I'm so glad you're finally home."
"I am, too. But I promised Elliot that I'd visit him every day. Is that okay?" She asks me, I nod my head.
"Yeah, 'course."
"It's just for 2 weeks, he'll be out then and I wanna try get him on his feet again. He has a lot of talent." She compliments, I hum softly.
"Really?"
"Yeah." She replies, brightly. "I just hope he knows that."
"I'm sure he does, baby." I reply, softly, beginning to fall fast asleep again.
"You sleep, I'll be right here." I hear her whisper to me and after that, I'm out like a light. Oddly.
*****
Y/n's POV:
It's been two weeks and I'm treating Elliot out to pancakes. His parents didn't bother to show up and I arrived first, so, I thought I'd start it off on a better note and try to help him feel happier about leaving that shit Rehab centre.
"Hey, thanks for doing this." I hear Elliot thank me, I shrug lightly and glance over at him, sending him a smile.
"No problem, I'm just glad to finally see that you're out." I express to him, him chuckling and nodding his head.
"Me too, it was an absolute shit-show." He insults, making me laugh as I nod my head.
"It was, dude. It really was." I agree, through laughs.
We soon arrive at the pancake place and sit in a booth, Jenna knows I'm here and I offered for her to join but she said how she didn't want to intrude and that she was worried that he wouldn't fully open up to me.
"So, how was it without me? Was the visits okay?" I ask him, as he's looking at the menu.
"Yeah, I survived and I'm glad I'm out and can bother you as much as I want now." He replies, making me laugh.
"Yeah. Hey, look, I wanna talk about something." I inform him, he looks up at me and his shoulders deflate. He sets the menu down and takes a deep inhale in, he nods his head.
"Okay."
"I want you to be honest with me, Elliot. Like really honest, 'kay?"
"I will."
"Okay." I softly say, "I've been... worrying about you. And I want to let you know that I care about you a lot, okay? So, please. I want coming out of rehab to feel like a new beginning." I express to him, him slowly nodding his head as he clenches his jaw. "Does it feel like a new beginning?" I ask him, he stares at me. "That was a question."
"Oh, right. Uh," He clears his throat, adjusting in his seat. "I mean, I don't... wanna do drugs anymore but I'm not gonna lie and say that the first thing I wanted to do when I got out was get high." He confesses, I clench my jaw and nod my head.
"Yeah, I... I get it." I reply, quietly.
"You do?"
"Yeah, I... I wanted to do a drug as soon as I stepped out of the van that they dropped me off in." I confess, chuckling softly before my smile falls and my eyes meet his. "But it wasn't gonna do me any good. I mean, I know how violent I got when I did drugs but I couldn't help it. We all can't." I continue to express to him, him nodding his head.
"But hey, I didn't. I didn't do any drugs, and I'm sitting in a cool ass diner with my new best friend." He says, with a bright smile that makes me smile widely.
"Yeah, I'm glad." I reply, "So, what's the plan? What jobs are you looking at?"
"I'm looking at a job in a café." He replies, smiling.
"Ooh, what café?"
"The one where Carter works." He informs me,
"Woah, really?"
"Mhmm-hmm." He hums, smiling widely as he sways lightly. But before I can wish him good luck, a waitress walks over, holding a notepad.
"Hey, what can I get you both?" I hear her ask, glancing at me before looking at me and smiling.
"Uh, I was wondering if I could have a pancake with bacon, chocolate sauce, and blueberries?" I ask,
"Yeah, of course. Anything to drink?"
"Water, please."
"Okay." She mumbles, she glances over at Elliot before she looks at him, glancing at both of us, and smiling widely. "Uh, what—? What can I...? What can I get you?" She asks him, he adjusts in his seat and clears his throat before looking over at her,
"Can I please get chocolate buttons, bacon, hot vanilla sauce and bananas?" He asks her, his voice sounding more deeper and raspier— You dirty dog, Elliot! You like her! She writes it down and smiles softly, nodding her head.
"Yeah, 'course." She agrees, "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Water, please." He replies, sending her a charming smile.
"Yeah, of course." She agrees, "I will bring them to you as soon as possible." She informs us, taking the menus and walking to the back, handing our orders to the chefs.
"You dirty dog." I say, leaning forward. Making him laugh.
"Hey, she was checking you out—!"
"—And you." I counter, making him smile and blush. "Write your number and give it to her before you leave."
"Is that the best idea for just getting out of rehab?"
"You deserve a little treat, no?" I suggest, tilting my head. He laughs, resting his forearms on the table and resting his chin on his fists. I do the same and we both begin making faces at one another.
Things are finally starting to look up, I'm really happy at the moment.
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