Meeting New People || Adeline

[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People It wasn’t the best food in the world but it was tolerable. Still, Greg couldn’t help but think of a thick juicy steak as he waited in line for his lumpy mac and cheese. He sighed as it was plopped onto his tray and he threw a piece of hard fruit on there as well to possibly add some amount of flavor to whatever he was about to eat. As he passed the salad bar he thought about making one, but decided against it. Leafy food never sat well with him and he wasn’t a herbivore. He pulled his bottom lip through his teeth as he made his way around the lunchroom looking for a place to sit. His eyes fell upon a girl, possibly younger than him and he walked up to her table, fearless. “Can I sit here?” He asked, lacking a bit of enthusiasm. Though, he was trying to do what they taught him. He was focused on purely sitting and eating with this girl if she allowed it. He wasn’t focusing on getting into her panties. Well, now he was. With a deep breath he rocked back a bit on his heels waiting for her either to tell him to take a hike or let him sit. Looking at her he couldn’t tell what her addiction or disorder was, and he didn’t bother to ask, yet. Word count:230

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[adeline e. bessett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; height: 400px; border-top: 8px solid #0D4544; background:#F5F1E9;] Adeline Bessett meeting new people Needless to say, Adeline Bessett was counting down the days until she could check out of this place. She sat there in the cafeteria, picking through her salad with her fingers, and she hadn't even touched her macaroni and cheese. She was used to fast food and high society restaurants, or even just nice finger foods if she was out for a party... which was more often than not. Or at least, it had been. Now all she did was sit around and listen about peoples' problems. She felt like she had a constant hangover, with the headaches all these idiots were giving her. She was hoping her father would come to his senses sooner rather than later. The voice of a boy caught her ears, and Addie immediately looked up and frowned. In the month or two she'd been here, she'd made no effort to go out of her way to socialize or make friends, because she had plenty of friends back home. No friends that she could make here could possibly last - not when her home was in Los Angeles instead of this swampland. Eyeing the young man suspiciously, she pegged him to be about her age, and she finally shrugged. "I don't care what you do," she said nonchalantly, popping a cherry tomato in her mouth. She chewed and swallowed, and began picking through her food again. Adeline hadn't been eating too much since coming here, considering her picky taste and her longing to get out, but she certainly wasn't neglecting herself. Besides, mealtimes were some of the few that she was actually allowed some time to think to herself. Though now it seemed she'd probably have to hold a conversation with this guy, whoever he was and whatever he wanted. "Go ahead, take a seat, do whatever. You can tell me what you're in for." Not that she wasn't vaguely curious the second she'd noticed him. Word Count: 321 Tagged: Mancandy Adrian Notes: Addie's out for a test run!

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[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People The frown caught his eye first of course. Clearly someone wasn’t too happy to see him. He smirk danced across his lips and he wondered what made her so sour. Maybe she didn’t want to talk to anyone. A lot of people here were like that though. Either they were trying too hard to make friends, or not trying at all. For some reason he sort of liked the feistiness. She’d probably be a good roll in the hay too. The thought zoomed through his head before he could stop and immediately he knew he was wrong. It had been about two months here now and he was still thinking things like this. Lord, he was completely hopeless. If he kept going at this rate he would be in this hellhole for a lot longer than he thought. She shrugged, and he sat down at her comment. “Good to know,” he replied dryly, setting his tray on the table with a bit of a thud. The mac and cheese on it wiggled a bit. He watched as she popped a tomato in her mouth then looked disappointedly at his plate. Maybe he would have been better off with a salad. Instead of dwelling on it he stuck his fork into the blob of mac n’ cheese and prayed to whoever would listen that he didn’t throw up. Rather slowly he brought it to his lips and took the first bite. He cringed, but really it wasn’t all that bad. A few more bites and he would be used to it. Boy he would kill for that steak though. He wondered why she was still so bitter about sitting with him. It wasn’t like he wanted to know every detail about her life. Honestly he wouldn’t be displeased if she didn’t talk at all. He just wanted someone to sit with so he didn’t look like a huge loser. It didn’t hurt that she was easy on the eyes either. “What I’m in for?” He snorted air through his nose and moved the blob of food around on his tray before taking another bite. “I’m a sex addict,” he looked up at her with a sly smile on his face. “What about you?” He was genuinely curious, and his tone actually held interest. Word count:382

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[adeline e. bessett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; height: 400px; border-top: 8px solid #0D4544; background:#F5F1E9;] Adeline Bessett meeting new people Stabbing her fork into her salad, Addie reluctantly took a full-blown bite and chewed again as she observed the boy that had now taken a seat across from her. He was attractive enough, but she honestly wasn't allowing herself to think much like that while she was here. As she'd said to herself time and time again - soon she'd be out. And all of these losers would be forgotten. Brushing a strand of her hair over her shoulder, she looked at him disdainfully as if he was completely soiling her non-existent reputation. Not that anyone around here even knew who she was. "Yes, what you're in for," she said almost fiercely. "It's not like we're on vacation, though for some kids here it probably feels that way." It certainly didn't for Adeline Bessett, that was for sure. She was used to the glamor and riches of Los Angeles, of Hollywood, and being the daughter of a now reasonably wealthy entertainment lawyer. Vacation to her meant a few parties at St. Monica's Beach, or drinking mai tais on some island in the Bahamas while her father attended business meetings. Just the thought of alcohol brought up a fierce yearning in her, and she wished she could have just a sip of the infamous liquid. A sex addict, eh? Addie's eyebrows rose as she looked him once over. Well, he was attractive enough to be one. Picking up her glass of water, she swirled it around a bit as if it was a glass of wine and took a sip from it. "Interesting enough," she said flatly, as if she saw sex addicts every day. Though, then again, here they weren't such an unusual sight. "And if you absolutely have to know, I'm an alcoholic. Rabid partier, out of control wild child, you get the picture. Sent away to 'get better' and all that jazz. Your parents send you?" As usual, her tone held the exact opposite of his - disinterest, but the mischievous curiosity in her eyes hinted otherwise. Word Count: 339 Tagged: Adrian Notes: ---

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[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People These looks were betting a bit old honestly and he had half a mind to tell her to shove it before leaving. Honestly, she needed to get whatever was lodged up her ass out if she wanted to make any friends around her. Maybe she didn’t want to make friends though. Also, he wasn’t really one to talk. He was as much of a jerk as the next person so he didn’t bother in making a comment. It wouldn’t accomplish anything except for probably piss her off and wind up with him eating alone. Also, if he ever had therapy with her it would be even more hellish. Out of the corner of his eye he saw an orderly keeping an eye on him. He needed to be brought down to the level two soon because this whole level three thing was getting a little old. All he did was grope a nurse, honestly. It’s not like she wasn’t completely asking for it either. Her shirt was extremely low cut that day. He hadn’t seen her in awhile now that he thought about it though. Maybe she was moved to another rehab. “Some vacation,” he replied sarcastically, wishing for a real one. He was in Florida…shouldn’t he be on a beach somewhere or something? That’s what he wished for at least. Maybe if they ever took a trip out he would be allowed to go. What he would give to just lay in the sun for a little. They didn’t let him outside all that much. In fear he was going to rape the wildlife or something. He wasn’t really sure why they kept him inside, but whatever. Her eyebrows rose and she looked him over. He couldn’t help but wonder why but he didn’t mind the eyes on him. Wondering what she was thinking he rested his head in his hand, elbow on the table. “Alcoholic huh?” Now it was his turn to look her over. Guess you’re not able to tell what kind of person someone is just by looking at him or her. He wouldn’t have pinned her as an alcoholic that was for certain. “Yeah, my parents sent me about two months ago,” he answered, wondering about her now. “What about you? You get caught or something?” he asked, wondering how bad of an alcoholic she was. He just couldn’t imagine her falling down drunk. Word count:399

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[adeline e. bessett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; height: 400px; border-top: 8px solid #0D4544; background:#F5F1E9;] Adeline Bessett meeting new people While he was seemingly taking note of some staff person in the corner, Addie took the opportunity to begin picking through her food again. Honestly she wasn't too hungry, but goodness knew that as soon as her therapy sessions started after this, she wouldn't have the chance to eat again until dinner, and if there was one thing that Adeline hated, it was being hungry. She exercised to keep her physique up, but like most things here, exercise or even the chance to do so was hard to come by. It was eat, sleep, get counseling. It was probably the worst time she'd ever had in her life. "Like I said, for some kids it is. It sure as hell isn't for me, though, let's put it that way," she said, almost bitterly, but then again that same bitterness could be seen all throughout the cafeteria. There were very few of them that actually wanted to be here. Why get something fixed if there was no problem? That was Addie's question. She'd never been in a drunk driving accident, she obviously hadn't died, and she'd never even had to go to the hospital. Granted, at a few of the parties she attended, the same couldn't be said for others, but Addie was still up and going and perfectly fine. Why her father had chosen to send her this far away was still something of a mystery to her. Now, as he looked her over, Adeline wasn't bothered by it at all. She'd had people look at her appraisingly before, whether they be boys judging if she was worth trying to get into bed with or if they were girls trying to see if it was worth getting into a cat fight with her. There had always been other reasons for such looks too, but those were the reasons that always stuck out most to the seventeen-year old. "Mhm. I mean, I'd classify it more as a love for partying, but the old man didn't see it that way," she replied. Her eyes did hold a spark of sympathy, though, when he told her how long he'd been here. "About a month more than me, then," she said. He asked her why she'd been sent. "I could ask the same of you, you know. And I will." But nevertheless, she saw no reason to deny him her story. "Basically, my dad got fed up with me staying out late and coming home or going to school hung over. Found the stash of alcohol I'd gotten for myself. Most of it was from his own liquor cabinet, but of course it wasn't his fault for never locking it. So here I am. There's my story. Your turn." She took a bite out of a carrot. Word Count: 463 Tagged: Adrian Notes: ---

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[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People He wondered how she could stand eating the food. Actually, hers didn’t look all that bad to eat. He poked at his food again, watching it wiggle. With a light sigh he shoved another forkful or two into his mouth, chewing slowly. Really, he would be tempted to kill for a steak right now. Maybe that’s why he was a level three, he mused, playing with a piece of the tray that was coming off. “Guess you’re not enjoying yourself then,” he replied with another snort. Truthfully he didn’t laugh much. His snorts weren’t really laughing either, just amusement. He use to be a fun guy at one point in his life. Before the teacher he slept with, when he was about twelve, he was truly fun. People enjoyed his company. He had no idea where that person had gone inside him. The old him was just shoved deep down somewhere, unable to break free again. “Love for partying. I like that...Just like my love for sleeping with women then,” he almost laughed, and his lips twitched up into a slight smile. This girl wasn’t all that bad. He could consider beings friends with her. Well, not friends, but the equivalent of it here. She had been here about a month less than him and he was jealous. He wondered when the last time she ate a steak was. “I didn’t get caught in the act.” He said, waiting to hear her story first. As she said it he was kind of amused. Of course she probably did have a drinking problem, but it was interesting to hear her side of the story too. Clearly he needed to go to her group therapy sessions. Obviously they were more exciting than his. His group barely talked, and all accepted their problem. It was his turn now. “Well, it started when I slept with my teacher when I was about thirteen.” He was so used to telling this story now he was immune to it. “After that, she got fired when caught with another student. I slept with probably twenty girls after her; the therapist is still trying to find out the reason. I just tell them I like it. My parents found out about it though, small down, also found out I slept with the teacher. They’re trying to press charges against her but she left the town,” he finished and looked at her, curious of her reaction. Word count:410

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[adeline e. bessett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; height: 400px; border-top: 8px solid #0D4544; background:#F5F1E9;] Adeline Bessett meeting new people It had actually been a long time since she'd had a real conversation with another teenager, and strangely enough Addie was actually halfway enjoying it. Well, as much as anyone was allowed to enjoy anything while they were here. "No, not really. But then again, is anyone?" The question was flat, and Adeline wasn't sure if she expected an answer or not. After all, it was pretty much understood that just about everyone here was miserable. A raised eyebrow was what he got in return about the whole enjoying sleeping with women thing. "I think I'll take the partying," she said with a smirk. "The whole women thing isn't the way I swing." She wasn't sure if it was a bad thing to say or not, but she said it anyway. It wasn't like Addie had much of a filter, which was probably partially why she had such few friends here, and why a majority of her counselors and therapists despised her. She wondered what kind of reports were going back to her father in Los Angeles. She could only imagine bad ones, the way she behaved. But Addie refused to change for these losers. She was who she was, and she wasn't hurting anyone. So they could screw off. As he told her his story, she raised her eyebrows in surprise. Sex at thirteen? "That's rough," she said, somewhat sympathetically. "But seriously. Thirteen? Were you even in puberty by then?" No filter. Word Count: 243 Tagged: Adrian Notes: if you need more let me know

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[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People This wasn’t really all half bad now that he thought about it, especially because he wasn’t eating by himself. That was something he never wanted to do. It just reminded him of the people in the movies who never had any friends. He had friends, back at home at least. It wouldn’t kill him to make a few here either, he guessed. Maybe the stay would be a little better that way. He had been here for two months, friendless, and so far it sucked pretty hard. It might get better, and when they thought he finally overcame is addiction he would be let out. “Probably not,” he chortled, amused by her tone. She seemed just as happy to be here as he was. Clearly, that wasn’t too happy. “That’s good to hear,” he teased dryly, though still enjoying the presence of her. Their personalities mixed well enough, and he was glad of that. Nice to hear she didn’t play for the other team though. He didn’t plan on trying to hook up with her. He was already a level three and it wouldn’t get him very far continuing to sleep with people. Well, at least right now. It was still part of his ways though. Unless they broke that he would always be that way too. This girl apparently didn’t have a filter either. Did he hit puberty by thirteen of course he did. At least she thought he did. He had to of though, yes, he was convinced. “Of course,” he replied, lacking much of anything in his tone. The topic made him get a bit defensive. “When did you start drinking?” What was he in therapy? He was still curious though. Word count:284

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[adeline e. bessett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; height: 400px; border-top: 8px solid #0D4544; background:#F5F1E9;] Adeline Bessett meeting new people Just as they were speaking, though, someone else passed by their table, someone with a completely doped expression on their face, as if they were proud of themselves or something. Seeing it alone caused Addie to roll her eyes. "But then again, there are those weirdos who think this place is the best thing that's ever happened to them. If you ask me, they're the ones who need freaking rehab. Rehab from rehab to make them normal people again." It disgusted her really. If she ever turned out that way, she'd want to be shot in the head. Or something equally fatal to happen to her. "It usually is for a guy," she answered mildly, smirking at him as she popped another tomato into her mouth. She chewed and swallowed as he answered her, and her eyebrows raised in further surprise at his open admission. Shrugging, she figured he was telling the truth. Spending extra energy doubting people around here just wasn't worth her time. But then he asked her the stopper question, even though it wasn't much of a stopper at all. Besides. He was honest with her, and so she'd be honest with him. It was a fond memory, and she smiled. "Got started a little later than you did, buddy. Had my first drink when I was fourteen. I was at a freshman party, and I'm pretty sure it was a sex on the beach that I had. Decidedly not a virgin one. That was a good night too, I think, but I don't remember much of it. Did wake up in bed the next morning next to a senior drummer. That was fun." She spoke of it casually, like it was something to brag about. Addie then eyed him curiously. "Any idea when the 'rents are going to pull you out?" Word Count: 305 Tagged: Adrian Notes: ---

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[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People Adrian’s eyes flickered to the person walking past the table. He wasn’t sure what was wrong with them, and didn’t get a look at their face. Apparently Addie did though, because she rolled her eyes making him snort air through his nose. It was close enough to a laugh. Her expression was priceless at the kid and it was funny to him. He didn’t know if she liked being called Addie, he just gave her the little nickname in his head. Using it out loud was a completely different story. “I don’t think they ever were normal.” He replied, knowing exactly what kind of people she meant. It bothered him to see those people. They needed this a lot more than he did. A frown tugged at his lips. “Cocky, are we?” he smirked, and it was playful. That wasn’t an expression that typically came over his face and he fixed himself quickly. He didn’t need to be any more vulnerable and as fast as the smirk was on his face it left. His mask was back on and he already felt a lot better. She had popped another tomato into her mouth and he took another bite of his mac n’ cheese. It was cold and even more disgusting then before. He pushed the plate away from him. “Fourteen?” He mused, interrupting her a bit but letting her finish. “A drummer?” he asked, dryly amused. A part of him wanted to laugh at the way she told the story but he couldn’t laugh. He was being entirely too open with her. This therapy thing was really getting to him. It would probably be good for him though… “Never, you?” he replied to her next question. This time he did laugh, but it was sarcastic and dry like everything else. They wouldn’t pull him out of the building was going to collapse. As far as they were concerned he was no son of theirs until he was all right and well. Word count:330

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[adeline e. bessett]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 300px; height: 400px; border-top: 8px solid #0D4544; background:#F5F1E9;] Adeline Bessett meeting new people "No, probably not," she conceded, continuing to eye the seemingly happy rehab patient as they walked away. How anybody could be happy here was absolutely beyond her, and she huffed. It irritated her that there were people like that here, mostly because they just seemed so... brainwashed. It made her nervous, come to think of it. Would she be brainwashed by the time her term here ended? She shuddered inwardly to think about it. No, she was determined to stay exactly the way she was. There wasn't anything wrong with her, and the parties hadn't killed her yet. Life was short, and she didn't want to spend it bottled up in here. The boy gave her a playful smirk, and Addie instinctively returned it, flicking some of her dark hair over her shoulder. "I'm a lot of things," she replied cheekily, though the noticed that the smirk was gone from his face. She wondered what was up with that, but didn't comment. Had she said something wrong? Adeline frowned. She never said something wrong. Hmph. "Look, I don't think you ever told me your name. Am I just going to be left here hanging?" She scrambled for an excuse to keep the conversation going. Addie hated awkward silences, and honestly she was beginning to like talking to this guy. She shrugged casually at his interjections to her story. "What? He was a drummer. A hot one. I'm not ashamed, and that's what happened," she said this in a matter-of-fact tone, as if this was some kind of everyday occurrence for her. Granted, waking up next to a random guy wasn't, but the partying thing was. Hence why she was here, she supposed, not that there was anything wrong with having a little fun. Her father just didn't see it that way. He returned her question and she shrugged again. "Like hell if I know. My dad's a lawyer in Los Angeles. I'd be surprised if he even remembers I'm here in a year. Looks like we might be lifelong captives here together." She laughed, but it was a bitter one. Word Count: 351 Tagged: Adrian Notes: ---

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[adrian g. harlos]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 305px; height: 200px; border-left: 5px solid #BFA65A; border-right: 5px solid #BFA65A;background:#F1F1DC;] Adrian Harlos Meeting New People How anyone could be happy in this hellhole was completely beyond him. He figured they were brainwashing people and honestly that freaked him out a little bit. If they were going to brainwash him it was going to take a lot of work. He wasn’t easy to crack, but after a few years in here he knew that he would. Hopefully it didn’t come down to that though. The last thing he wanted was to be in here longer than a year at most. His life was wasting away and going on around him while he was stuck within the white walls around him. “A lot of things? Like what,” this genuinely interested him. She was just interesting in general. She frowned, and he wondered why. The expression didn’t suit her face. Smiling looked a lot prettier on her, and that wasn’t just the hormones talking. The therapy was working a bit in that he was able to see her as a person at least right now. He was trying to do what he was supposed to be doing to work on his problem. Maybe he did have a bit of a problem. Normal people don’t want to rip the clothes of off every female they meet. That was for sure. “I never told you my name?” He asked a bit amused. How could he forget something like that? His mother would have been livid about his lack of manners. “I’m sorry. My name is Adrian,” he tried to laugh it off instead of showing how foolish he felt. “A hot drummer? No need to be ashamed. I never am,” he shrugged, mimicking her movement with another smile just barely on his lips. She seemed like she led an interesting life, and he was sometimes popping into the party scene himself. Only because it was easy to find women that way, and they were already lacking judgment so he didn’t have to do much convincing. He laughed a little under his breath. “Awesome. We can have wheelchair fights or something,” he winked, laughing heartily at the thought. She might be bitter but he really found that funny. Maybe with his age he would be cured. What a thought. He’d be here until he was sixty. Word count:375

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