Rehab - Day 3

[mini_dean]

ooc: rp for 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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[mini_dean]

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

[welcometo-life.livejournal.com]

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

[mini_dean]

"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.

[welcometo-life.livejournal.com]

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.

[mini_dean]

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

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

[mini_dean]

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

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

[mini_dean]

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

[welcometo-life.livejournal.com]

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."

[mini_dean]

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."

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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."

[mini_dean]

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

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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."

[mini_dean]

"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."

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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."

[mini_dean]

"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."

[welcometo-life.livejournal.com]

"It's like blue. They don't want you to think you're using just any old Blue, when they could assure you that you are, in fact, using Midnight Blue, or Baby Blue."

She saw his hand shaking too, and stopped him before he could withdraw it, placing one hand over it and tightening the arm that was around his shoulder.

"You've really got it bad, don't you?"

[mini_dean]

He tried to stop the hand shaking and looked away a bit. He shifted between aloofness and shame when thinking about the things he had done to himself.

"It wasn't a lot at first. Started smoking weed when I was in high school. Everyone did it. Then afterwards it just got worse. Last few weeks though..." he shook his head. "Not been fun."

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She could still feel his hand shaking beneath her touch, and she gave it a gentle squeeze.

"I've heard places like this can be pretty tough, but you'll get through it. And I'm here now." She grinned. "I'll help."

[mini_dean]

"It's either do this or go to jail, and I'm too pretty for jail." He curled up a bit into her, closing his eyes. Something in him just let himself trust her.

Just like every girl he's ever been with, he just trusts them. Because they don't hurt him right away. Women love and nurture. Even when they yell, it's out of love. Part of nature, or at least that was how Ben thought.

"Just as long as we don't do anything to get you in trouble with your recovery."

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"You're way too pretty for jail. Especially since you'd probably end up with some 800 pound cellmate named Spike or something." She laughed quietly, resting her head against his.

"Mess up my recovery? I wouldn't dream of it." She teased.

[mini_dean]

Ben just groaned and hid his head on her shoulder. "Everyone would want a piece of me." Yes, he had an ego, even when he looked and felt like shit.

"They'd move you into a girls only wing." He pointed out.

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"They sure would." She laughed again, quietly. "And they wouldn't be afraid to take it either.

She swallowed hard at this. "With a roommate named Big Bertha or something. ....I wonder how you could kill yourself with a non-toxic crayon."

[mini_dean]

"I think that's the point with the crayon. literally no way. Hey, we should introduce Bertha to Travis." Ben smirked a bit.