Thread: The Trouble with Twenty-Eight Days (LoveTheWayYouLie & DontxBlinkk)

This wasn't how his summer was meant to go. Adrianne was planning on having the best months of the year to himself, to do as he pleased and celebrate his few free months with what friends he had left. His boyfriend had plans set up, a whole list of clubs and other pleasurable activities for the pair to do. Not to mention, Adrianne could spend time with his sister, Charlotte. She was coming home from her boarding school today... In the silence of the country side, Adrianne could swear he heard the whistle of the train calling out to him, tormenting him with the fact that he couldn't have his sister with him. It had been over a year since he last saw her and he missed her more than anything in the world. There was no way she could possibly want to see him now though. When she left, he had just left rehab for the second time and it seemed as if his life was going to be on track again. He'd say on the right path, away from drugs and out of the reach of the dark streets. Clearly that didn't work. Just two days ago, he was in his own family vehicle, driving up the drive way and into the familiar parking lot with his mother in the driver's seat. Unlike the last three times, Adrianne and his mother were on their own. His father was no longer supporting her decision to try and help their son, demanding that he wasn't going to spend another cent on that 'wilted daisy crap'. Instead, his mother sold off what she could and begged his grandmother for a loan so she could send her only son to get the help he needed. It wasn't that Adrianne wasn't trying to get better... he always did. He always came back in a better condition than he left in and it lasted for several months. In the beginning, after his run in with alcohol, he lasted several months. But as time went by, the root of all of his problems returned and lured him back into the depths of the world he had tried so hard to leave behind. The second time was cut short by his birthday party and the offer of a brand new experience at a club. The drug user didn't hesitate to try it and quickly regretted it when he felt his body grow addicted to ecstasy. Heroin was his next trap and that royally fucked him up. There was no other way to put it and no one could deny it. If there was one thing good about Adrianne's problem, it was that he admitted that he was addicted to several substances. Unlike others in the facility, there was no argument when it came to an intervention. In fact, the first time around, he was more than willing to go and get the help he needed. As time went on though, he grew more frustrated with himself and less enthused to go. Rehab hadn't solved the issue, but his heart was refusing to let him separate himself from the real issue. And so, back to the great Blooming Rose. Each time he had been there, he was place in a different house. Being in Snap Dragon house meant this was his last strike. No matter how much money was spent on him, if he couldn't get better after being place in Snap Dragon meant there was a good chance the facility wouldn't want him back. Or so he thought. So many people left from his house and turned their lives completely around, giving everyone else hope. The fact that he was finally placed there told him those in charge wanted to give him the chance to get better, and were possibly trying to tell him that he deserved it. But despite what house he was in, Adrianne always enjoyed spending time on he back porch, allowing the sunlight to warm his gaunt form. Not only had the drugs messed up his social life, but his physical health was severely lacking as well. Not that he was always in the best of shape, but this had made things so much worse. The sun was a large help in lifting his spirits, along with the guitar currently resting on his knee. Between those two things, Adrianne's day was made just slightly better. His dull green eyes lifted as he heard the door to the small apartment open. Mary's voice carried quite well and instantly, the man perked up. Mary may have been a bitch to some, but he thoroughly enjoyed her being around, if for no other reason than she was just that. Her snappy remarks and hidden cruelty entertained Adrianne and as long as he was polite to her, they never had a problem. She had been there to greet him on his first visit and had been through many of his withdraws. Her motherly behaviour was welcomed by the younger man and he loved her like an aunt. Hell, by the amount of times he was in there, she might as well have been one. A room mate. About time he got one. Marcus and Luke were all fine to talk too, but having someone in the room with him was always a supportive addition to his experience. Watching other people have melt downs were always a way to make himself feel better about what he was going through. He waited until Mary had left, rolling his eyes to her final comment about their lives, before bothering to stand up and slip inside the building. There he stopped, black hair a mess, as his eyes trailed over the stranger inside. His room mate was larger than he was, which wasn't surprising in the slightest, but he looked to be quite attractive, which was a surprise. His issue must not have been too bad, if he looked the way he did. No sign of large withdraws or too big a fight of going there. Over all, it looked like he had a peaceful trip there. Mr. Cross... hm... Adrainne Lyons, he greeted, setting his guitar on the end of his bed, eyes still held on the blonde stranger. Nice to meet you. He lifted a hand, waving towards the front door that Mary had left through. She means well, really. Just a bit... fed up at times.