feels like an overdose ` jeremy

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Alice Springs, Australia
A beautiful place to behold, even when the sun has set. The weather is unbearable to most during Winter, but Rochelle likes it. When she sits out in the cold weather, it prevents her mind from thinking about smashing heroine, mainly because she is busy shivering or too numb to feel her body. Usually, she will go inside when her lips start to turn blue, a distinct color from her lovely pink. The girl has it set in her mind that this is a form of punishment, not wanting to fall victim to scarring her arms. It's her fault, though, for letting herself get addicted to one of the worst drugs known. If it wasn't for her foolish decisions, she wouldn't even be here... and now all she is left with is the thoughts of getting out of here. She needs help, but the withdrawals and constant feeling of someone stabbing her stomach is too much for her to handle.

"I can't leave. I brought Jeremy here, so I have to be strong for the both of us."

Just outside the courtyard, Rochelle sat along the path that lead to the garden, her legs refusing to take her any further. She placed herself neatly on a rock, crossing her legs the best she could so her heels didn't get anymore dirty... regardless if she has numerous other pairs. Crossing her arms over her tiny frame, the aspiring model hugged herself, biting down on her lower lip with white teeth. Any person walking by would think she was crazy, especially in that outfit. They wouldn't understand, or maybe in this place for 'troubled teens', they would. Rochelle didn't care, she knew what she was doing, not like much people could see her out here anyways. There were lights set up aside the paths, but she previously kicked one down so she wouldn't be in trouble for staying out this late, even if she could still be seen slightly. Heaving a heavy sigh, the girls mind began racing, and her heart beat faster. She felt like she was wasting her life away in this place when all she wants to do is live happily. Maybe if she hadn't fucked up so bad she could be out pursuing her dream, being a better support system for her boyfriend.

"Don't fucking cry, my make-up will look bad. I'm stronger than this." she whispered to herself through chattering teeth.

Her words didn't help much as tears formed in her eyes, mascara instantly smearing as she wiped at them. Normally, Rochelle would flip out and run to a mirror, but right now, she didn't care. All she wanted to do was get out of here and cure her addiction... besides, the thought that a killer was here didn't help her sleep any easier. Then again, Jeremy was here... she could talk to him about her problems, but that wasn't like her. She wants to see him happy and be the best girlfriend she can be, crying to him and bothering him with her worries isn't the way to do that. Jeremy has his own shit going on, so she is there to help him if he ever needs it, not worry him.

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( notes ) lawl, sorry for such a crappy post. but i love her outfit, and how silly she must look out there in the cold. ;D it's what i did, though... and it helped. <3

[JEREMY TAYLOR DAVIS]

CONVERSE CHUCKS IN A COLORFUL CRAZE,

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Jeremy was walking around the building, hoping to run into someone interesting and worth wasting time with but so far that hadn't happened. Well, he was actually looking for Rochelle. He hadn't seen her around in a bit and he was getting slightly worried. He had gone to the cafeteria to wait for her at lunch time, but she didn't show. Maybe her therapy went a little longer than usual. But wouldn't she find him and let him know? Maybe he was off getting his "teatment" when she was looking for him. Either way, he didn't know where she was and he didn't like it. Not one bit. So, he decided to spend a could hours outside. Clear his head a bit and continue his search for his girlfriend later.

She was really the only reason why he was in here. She had a drug problam. Sure, there really wasn't anything he could do about it, but herione was not something he wanted her on. The other drugs he could handle, it was just that one. But then again...he was there for a reason too. Shaking his thoughts, he finally reached the outside and just wandered along the paths. What he wouldn't give to get out of this horrid place. With Rochelle too, of course. No way in hell he was going to leave her here. And it wasn't like they could run off when they got priviledges to go into the city. They had bloody electronic ankle cuffs on and monitored. It fucking sucked, but he did like that they let them out at times. He made a mental note of seeing if they would give him and Rochelle a day to go about town.

It had gotten dark as he moved about the grounds and made his way back onto the path. He had cleared his head enough to head back inside, maybe find Rochelle now. As he walked back up the path to head inside, he spotted a figure sitting on a rock. As he looked at the figure, he smiled widely when he recognized the hair and the clothes of the person. He walked over, coming up behind her and slid his hands down her arms, leaning down to kiss her cheek. "Here you ar-" he started, but when he felt some wetness on her cheek, he frowned. He moved around her and kneeled on the ground in front of her. He placed his hand under her chin and lifted her head, so she was looking at him. "Hey, why are you crying?" he asked, still frowning. "What's the matter, baby?" Okay...he knew she wouldn't always talk to him, but he knew her well enough that she would at least tell him something that was bothering her. Especially if she was in tears like this.

What could have happened? "Did they do something to you?" he asked, his eyes narrowing and shooting towards the building. He didn't care that he was here for murder...he'd commit another one if any of those stupid ass doctors did anything to her. He didn't even care about the weirdo loose in the building that would off random doctors and patients. Hell, he he found out who it was, maybe he could have them take care of it for him. The he wouldn't have to worry about getting his hands dirty. He returned his focus on Rochelle and gently stroked her cheek, wiping away the fallen tears. As she shivered, he pulled his hands back and unbuttoned his shirt. Sure, it would do much for her, but he didn't like seeing her shiver. Even if it had more to do with not having her fix than the cold. He stood up slightly and set his shirt around her, leaving him in his wife-beater tank. He knelt back down and ran his hands along her legs, hoping she'd talk to him.

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A few minutes passed by as the wind began to pick up. It didn't take long until the wind in her ears was the only thing she could hear, several strands of her hair getting in her face. She merely sighed, pulling a few of them behind her left ear and blinking since she could tell her mascara didn't look perfect anymore. It didn't matter, not until she heard footsteps coming from behind her. Ignoring the vicious sound of the wind, she listened, and before she could turn around she felt warm hands sliding down her soft arms, familiar lips pressing to her damp cheek. At first, Rochelle was alarmed, but she knew it was Jeremy, the boy she falls more in love with every day. Instantly, her eyes widened as she attempted to clear some of the smudged make-up so he didn't know she was crying, but he found out. Jeremy always knew when she was crying, even if her make-up hadn't smeared. Her eyes followed him until he was in front of her, ateempting to look down until he demanded she look at him. Their gazes locked.

"Babe," she began, offering him a smile as he wiped the tears from her face, "I'm fine."

The girl knew her boyfriend better than that, he wasn't stupid, and wouldn't listen to her lie to him. Clearing her throat, she suddenly became self-cautious, not wanting Jeremy to see her look anything but perfect. "No, they didn't do anything..." she whispered, eyes looking over his facial features lovingly. Another grin played across her pretty face, taking a hand and moving his hair from his eyes slightly. "vent stupide." Rochelle murmured under her breathe in French, commenting on the wind and how annoying it could be. It seemed she was looking for things to change the subject, but with Jeremy looking at her like that, she had to talk to him, no matter how bad she would feel. Swiftly, she picked up one of his hands that were stroking her legs and kissed it, placing her fingers in between his one. It was comforting to her.

"Your sure it isn't a bother if I tell you?" she questioned him bluntly, this being the first time she has asked something like that. This place is starting to get to her, even with therapy. As he placed his shirt around her she couldn't help but blush faintly, he was sweet like that, at least to her. She doesn't care how many people think he is rude, she knows how charming he can be. "If you get cold, tell me, Jeremy." and leaned closer to brush her full lips against his nose gently, resting her forehead on his for a moment before resuming her previous stance.

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( notes ) <3333 short post, next one i do is gonna be long i can tell. ;D
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[JEREMY TAYLOR DAVIS]

CONVERSE CHUCKS IN A COLORFUL CRAZE,

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Jeremy watched Rochelle closely. Her make up was running down her face and her eyes were glossy. They had been together long enough where he could tell there was something wrong. He hated it when she tried lying to him. And just as that thought ran through his head, he heard her say that she was fine and he frowned, shaking his head slightly. He knew she wasn't and he knew that she knew he knew. (XD) They were just that close. He let out a breath of relief when she said the doctors didn't do anything to her. Good. Now he didn't have to worry about killing someone later. And he would've done it to...if he really had to. He gave her a small smile as she moved his hair from his eyes and mumbled something in French. Yeah, he didn't know what she said, but he didn't care. He thought it was a rather sexy feature added to his already sexy girlfriend.

He had a small feeling that maybe she was trying to change the subject or something, but he knew better than to let her go off subject. He always got her to do what he wanted. Most of the time, at least. He couldn't always get his charms to work. He smiled when she picked up his hand, kissed it, then laced their fingers together. It had been too long since he felt her hands in his. Okay...just a could days but he didn't like not having her with him. She was his comfort. Rochelle was the only one who could get him to keep his cool. Even more of a reason he loved her.

He took his free hand and ran it down her cheek and shook his head. "Of course it won't be a bother, love," he said looking at her. How could she ever think that something she told him would be a bother to him? He loved talking to her. About anything. Even if it was about something that bothered her, or bothered him. They were the only ones in there for each other. Jeremy would never confide in some random doctor he was assigned to. When she spoke again and kissed his nose, he chuckled lightly. He lifted his head slightly and pressed his lips to hers. "I'll be fine, babe," he said, when he pulled away. Resting his forehead back against hers, he stared up into her eyes. "Now...what is it?" he asked, combing his fingers into her hair. "What's got you in tears?"

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Before she replied to him, Rochelle glanced towards the building, steady undulations shooting down her back. She suddenly felt colder again, just thinking about the doctors and possible murderer inside. Jeremy and Rochelle always call the doctors they, probably because that is what they should be called. Never has she liked anyone telling her what to do, who is to say a bunch of doctors know how to solve all her problems? She didn't really like anyone here, but she was going to have to get over it and toughen up. The patients all looked scary in her oppinion, but she can handle it. She has Jeremy, right? Focusing back on Jeremy, she squared her slender shoulders slightly, smirking in regards to the face he made as she spoke French. It always turned him on, and she liked it. Rochelle listened closely as he spoke, resting her head in his chest now, trying not to get any make-up on him as her eyes became moist again.

"I just wanna get out of here. I'm sick of going to sleep worrying about some psycho killer and not being in your arms..." she said, her voice slightly muffled. "I'm so sick of this addiction, it is starting to take over my life. Jeremy, when I get better, and you feel you are ready to leave, let's go as soon as we can."and gripped his arm tightly to stop anymore tears. Crying wasn't like Rochelle, someone so "confident" in themselves should never cry. After she calmed down, she sat back up and inhaled deeply, exhaling after. I need a cigarette or something." she whined, peering down at his arm where she had grabbed him.

"Fuck. I'm sorry, Jeremy. I need to get over it." and ran her nails along his arm where she squeezed it, lips curling into another smile. This is usually what she did when he couldn't sleep, or if he got mad. That's the good thing about fake nails, you see. "At least I didn't get make-up on your shirt."

Laughing, the girl all ready felt somewhat better. He usually can do that, even if he isn't trying. Her back was soon erect as she wiped at her eyes again and primped her hair slightly, trying to look a little better. She was a hot mess, but that wasn't always a bad thing. Rochelle continued the watch Jeremy, thankful he was here with her. "Vous êtes jolis." she cooed lovingly, telling him he was cute. Giving him compliments was never something she got tired of, he deserves them.

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