mini_dean | Rehab

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Rehab - Day 3

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ellectric_girl

He sat in the main room, a beanbag in the corner by the window. The nurse had brought him into the room so they could clean out the bedroom. Between his drugs and Travis' porn, they were both required to have sweeps done every day for items that might be a hindrance to their recovery.

It was a bad withdrawal day for Ben, and the Nurse had carefully guided him to the common room, set him up on the bean bag and wrapped a blanket around his shoulders. The people in the rehab had learned very quickly that Ben reacted much better to female staff than male staff, and days like this was best to just cave to his needs.

So he was in the corner, trying not to shake badly while listening to his MP3 player. He was only allowed to have it in the common room, and they kept it charged for him. The sounds of classic rock soothed him enough that he stayed in his spot, just looking at the people in the room.

When the blonde woman entered, his eyes automatically went to her. She was hot, and that was an understatement.

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"Day three, and well, if you have to be addicted to something, sex isn't a bad one," Ben smirked.

He started a bit at her arm, but again, women tended to be a bit more relaxing to him physically then men, so after the initial start, he just relaxed into it.

"Whatever you do, though, avoid a guy named Travis. He's my roommate and has a porn addiction. He'll follow you all over the place if he knew."

"I guess you could say I embrace my bad habits."

She tightened her arm around him slightly, face screwing up at his little warning.

"Yeah, that's just disgusting. You just....point him out to me and I'll be sure to avoid him at all costs."

"He's my roommate. It's more than disgusting. Gotta feel sorry for the guy though." He motioned with his head towards the 29 year old guy who was staring at the nurses booth. He was furiously writing in a journal, looking up and licking his lips at the nurses.

"That's him there."

"Maybe just a little." She murmuered, glancing in the direction he'd motioned towards, her eyes widening slightly at the sight.

"Do me a favor? Let me know if you ever see him licking his lips like that at me."

"He licks his lips at me like that. I wait until he's asleep before I feel safe enough to go to bed."

Ben smirked a bit. "What would you do to him, though? Just for reference." Cause Ben would be licking his lips at her.

Elle turned back to look at him, arching an eyebrow as she smirked.

"Trust me, I've got ways to make him stop."

"Then I'll make sure no one gives you those eyes."

She gave him a gently nudge, smirking.

"You gonna look out for me?"

"You got other friends in this place?" he countered, smirking back.

She chewed on her bottom lip, studying his face. "I can't say that I do, no."

"Well, now you do." Which of course gave him a friend as well. And it was nice to have a friend when you were somewhere you didn't want to be.

Ben had seen Girl, Interrupted, thank you. The girls were hot in it.

Unfortunately for Elle, that was one she'd never seen. She had absolutely no idea what rehab was going to be like. Although as long as he was here, it couldn't be that bad, could it.

"I'm Elle." She whispered, as though there might be someone else listening.

"I'm Ben." He leaned in close. "Nice to meet you."

"It's a pleasure." She breathed, eyes lighting up as he leaned closer.

"Sadly, I can't prove that or I'll be enabling your bad habits," Ben quipped.

"And we wouldn't want to do that." She answered with a quiet laugh. "Not here where Travis can see, at least."

"Or the nurses. Otherwise you'll be locked in solitary with a chastity belt for 30 days."

Her mouth fell open at this. Not quite what she'd been expecting. "I think I'd end up hanging myself with a bed sheet."

He saw her mouth fall open and he bit his lip. Yeah, Ben. Great on the subtlety.

"Sorry, didn't mean to be like that. I've been told the drugs destroyed my brain to mouth filter."

She closed her mouth with a snap, leaning a bit closer.

"Don't worry, I've been told I was born without that particular filter. Plus, you're cute, so I'll let it slide."

He smiled a bit, glad she wasn't mad. "You think I'm cute?" he asked, raising an eyebrow.

It took a lot to really upset Elle.

She looked away from him then, glancing around the room. When she was certain nobody was watching, especially not Travis or the nurses, she turned back, brushing her lips over his cheek.

"They probably don't let you have a mirror in case you try to break it and slit your wrists or something, but yes. You're definitely cute."

"Babe, they won't even give me a pencil to write in my required journal. I have a crayon. Non-Toxic."

He closed his eyes at her lips touching his cheek.

"I'm gonna end up looking like a homeless man if they don't let me get a shave after a few more days."

His grin spread. "And you are far too attractive to be locked up in here with us."

She covered her mouth quickly, trying to muffle her laugh at this announcement. "Is it at least blue?" What? She had her preferences.

"I suppose they'll have to shave for you. If you can't even have a pencil, then they probably won't want to give you a razor either."

Elle ducked her head at that, an effort to cover up the red that had begun spreading in her cheeks. "Maybe with Travis, definitely not with you."

"No. Grassy Green." He reached under the blanket and pulled out the crayon to show her. "Why they need to specify the green i don't know."

He saw his hand shaking and went to hide it, which made him shake a bit all over. "God, I'd kill for a cigarette right about now."

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