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[tina1]

"I have stated in the preface to the first Edition of this work, and in the Zoology of the Voyage of the Beagle, that it was in consequence of a wish expressed by Captain Fitz Roy, of having some scientific person on board, accompanied by an offer from him of giving up part of his own accommodations, that I volunteered my services, which received, through the kindness of the hydrographer, Captain Beaufort, the sanction of the Lords of the Admiralty. As I feel that the opportunities which I enjoyed of studying the Natural History of the different countries we visited, have been wholly due to Captain Fitz Roy, I hope I may here be permitted to repeat my expression of gratitude to him; and to add that, during the five years we were together, I received from him the most cordial friendship and steady assistance. Both to Captain Fitz Roy and to all the Officers of the Beagle. I shall ever feel most thankful for the undeviating kindness with which I was treated during our long voyage…."

Nicolette slowly closed the paperback, reread the title- The Voyage of the Beagle and author, Charles Darwin, and carefully set it on the round wooden table in front of her large, comfortable chair. She inched it away with the toe of her boot, turning her head away to stare out the window. Why would the rehab's library even have that book? Who in their right mind would read the entire thing? he couldn't even get through the first page. Obviously, randomly selecting a novel to fill the several hours she had until she'd drag herself to bed was a stupid move. She should have at least rummaged the sci-fy section. She lifted a pale hand to her face, brushing back a chunk of blond hair that had fallen out of her loose bun. Sighing, she glanced at the round school-like clock on the far wall. Only 2:47 in the afternoon. Great. What was she supposed to do for the next oh, ten hours? If she went to bed early, she'd miss lunch, and she never slept anyways. No wonder she was so pale. She should eat something, maybe take a nap.

Adjusting her bright orange tank top that lay underneath a thin black zip up jacket, she scratched an annoying itch through her tighter than necessary jeans. "This is so stupid. I don't even need to be here! Thanks so freakin' much, mommy dearest." The words were quiet, but the harshness and aggravation was there in her tone. It wasn't worth crying over, the therapists wouldn't care and the judge wouldn't lose any sleep. She'd been here maybe three weeks and had spent nearly every day by herself. She hadn't bothered to make friends with the girls who roomed next to her, but she had indeed taken the time to check out those boys. Even the orderlies. Maybe if she could get it in with one of them, she'd be let off the hook with certain things. Like, she'd be able to leave! Yeah right, like they'd ever permit that. Even if she faked it, she wouldn't fake being cured very well. She'd say she was fine and then they'd put a sexy male model in front of her and she'd be slobbering. Smiling at the thought, she snuggled into the back of the overly large chair, curling up into a ball, continuing her private fantasy as she stared out the window at nothing in particular.

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[roman a. pierce]

don't know what you need ,

Roman stared at the ground before him as he walked. His head was down, his hands shoved deep into the pockets of his khaki shorts. He was on his way to the library, his roommate getting too aggravating and bothersome to hang around anymore. He figured a good book and a quiet place to read would help him relax. All he wanted was to go home, to see his friends, and have a good lay and a smoke. But no, he was trapped here, in rehab. He couldn’t believe his parents had locked him up here, rehab of all places. Why not just send him to his grandparent’s house in the country like most parents did? His grandparents didn’t have a television or a computer, let alone the internet. They had occasional cell phone service, but it was very rare, because they were practically in the middle of nowhere. But he would much rather be stuck in that smelly, old house than here.

Roman approached the clear class doors and pushed them open, stepping inside and taking a look around. He was mostly alone, only a few people here and there. He made his way to the nonfiction section, looking around. Nothing was really sparking his interest, but he did have awhile before he planned to go back to his room, so he could just walk around for awhile. He picked up an older looking book, The Education of Henry Adams, and opened it, flipping through the faded pages. He leaned against a rounded wooden table, reading over the first few paragraphs. It seemed like a good enough book, something he could definitely wrap his head around if he was in the right environment. He looked up, trying to find a comfortable enough chair, when he spotted one a few feet away – if that, and a beautiful blonde seated in it. He smirked to himself, almost letting out a soft chuckle, and went back to the book, lifting himself up onto the table. He continued to flip through it, waiting to be noticed rather than introduce himself. For all he knew, she could have ‘rage’ and attack him if he said hello. And he definitely didn’t want that. If that happened, it could all be blamed on him and his ‘lying problem’, and who knows how much longer he’d have to stay here for? He didn’t want to have to stay any longer than necessary, so he stayed put, reading.

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[tina1]

She hated Matthew. This was all this fault, really. Yup, that's how she was going to figure it now. Matthew raped her, and now she was in rehab for what her mom thought was an addiction to sex. Wait, that doesn't make sense, no does it? Nicolette laughed to herself, snuggling deeper into the chair, as if she could close her eyes, press her back into the chair one more time, and slip through it and wind up back in her room at her mom's house. She wasn't nerdy enough to try it though. She missed her bed, that's for sure. Pillow top, king size, lots of pillows and thick blankets. She couldn't sleep without the pressure of a blanket on her legs and back, no matter how hot it was. One of her quirks that other guys didn't know. Matt had, though. Clearing her throat, she sat up and stretched, flipping her head upside down and releasing her hair into a long waterfall of blond. Running her fingers through it, she kept the hair tie on her wrist instead of putting her hair back up into a bun, shaking her head so that it fell more into place. Still a bit messy, she was sure, but who was she trying to impress in a library?

Well, there was always that guy. She sat back, kicking her legs up on the table, shrinking back into her chair again, watching his reflection from her window. She hadn't even noticed that it had become darker, she must have dozed off or something, because it was dark enough to see the inside of the library in the window. This boy who had caught her attention, he was dressed in khaki shorts and a black and red zip up hoodie, white shirt and gray shoes. Comfortable clothes, she could understand that. No point in dressing up when the sex addicts were hardly around each other, when sex with other rehab mates was probably forbidden anyway. She hadn't read the handbook. Hence her jeans, flats, tank top and jacket. Hardly showed her body off, right? She watched from the corner of her eye as this guy made his way to the nonfiction area, pulling a book and at least pretending to become interested in it. But she didn't become hooked until he glanced her way. He was hardly too far away to just talk to him from her seat, but she needed to stretch her legs anyways. Glancing around, she made sure that none of the orderlies were lurking before she made her move.

Nicolette had never been one of those oh, he's busy, I'll leave him alone types. She certainly wasn't now. This boy was cute- maybe not as hot as that level three she'd seen around, but worth toying around with. "Who reads in a library? So overrated." She smiled, situating herself on his table, reading the cover of the book. Frowning, she lifted her head to look at him. "Sounds like I wouldn't like it." She drummed her fingers on her thigh, and then began to absently playing with the zipper that was only a few inches away from unzipping her jacket. "I'm Nicolette, or Nicole, by the way. Level two sex addict." She grinned at him, taking in his face, clothes, and the body that might lay underneath. Biting her lip slightly, she waiting for him to answer her.

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[roman a. pierce]

don't know what you need ,

Roman never had a problem getting girls. He just had a problem keeping them. He could land pretty much any girl he wanted, because he was rather charming and he definitely wasn’t ugly, but as soon as they found out about his ‘condition’, they definitely didn’t want to stick around, which was why he usually didn’t go around approaching women. He usually only went up to a woman if he was desperate, and if she looked like she didn’t want anything beside a one night stand. Things like that he could handle, because he wouldn’t have to worry about talking, or lying. He didn’t like lying, it just happened usually. Words just tumbled out of his mouth without any control over them. He did try and tell the truth, he just looked like he was lying when he did. After a moment of sitting there reading, he pulled off the hat that was on his head, shoving it into the pocket of his jacket. He ran a hand through his choppy hair, sighing softly, before looking back down to his book. He was getting pretty into it when the girl he had noticed earlier walked over.

Roman was almost startled when she spoke. He looked up, closing the book and losing his place. He sighed, frustrated with himself before setting the book down beside him on the table, chuckling softly. ”Yah, it’s pretty boring. I didn’t like it.” Well that wasn’t a…total lie. Okay, yes it was, but he couldn’t help himself. He glanced to the book quickly before back up to her, smiling softly. He got a good look at her now. Long blonde hair, thin but curvy from what he could see, overall pretty good looking. He nodded slightly, running his hand through his hair. ”Pleasure to meet you, Nicolette. I’m Roman, level one.” He didn’t want to mention what he was here for, because he was sure she wouldn’t want to sit here and talk to him if she knew he was a pathological liar. He picked the book back up, standing up and pushing it back into its place on the bookshelf before sitting back down on the table, and smiling over at her.

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