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BellaNotte
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you know the plot c;

Darcy was still a little sore from yesterday night, when she tried to obtain drugs from some random guy off of the street. She had to admit, he was quite the looker, and he was great in bed, and she had his number for further dealing. She would've gone back today but her parents had called her over. She wore fresh, black-lace bra and panties, a baggy band t-shirt and shorts with keds and a grey beanie over her straight hair. She didn't care what she wore right now because it was her parents. Slowly, she got up and drove to her parent's house. The house where she grew up and the house she left because of disturbing memories.
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"You're taking me WHERE?!" Screamed Darcy at her parents. They wanted her to go into rehab. Her eyes widened and she crossed her arms. "What, am I not good enough for you guys anymore? Fucking hell!" She said. Her mother told her to sto swearing but Darcy only scowled. They took her inside the car, well forced her to, with all her bags and suitcases. In and hour, they were there.

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Pierce sat down, sitting in an empty room. There was supposed to be a meeting today but so far everyone was late. He sighed, wondering why everyone had to waste his time, but the nurse wouldn't let him go. He stared out the window and watched the birds fly away beautifully in the sky. He wished he could be like them - free. But he was constantly in a world of his own that he didn't want to be in, trapped and suffocated by lies and sadness. He got out his phone and turned it on and checked his messages. Time seemed to tick slowly.

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Gemma pulled the knotted hair full of drool from yesterday night out of her eyes and mouth, blinking, eyesight blurry. She was sitting in a car with her mother and father, two suitcases next to her. She was wearing a black lace bra with a baggy white tanktop over it, small black shorts and her blonde hair was an absolute mess. Her nose was in pain from the night before, she was out of course doing things she wasn't supposed to as always. "Where the fuck are you taking me?" she exclaimed, her mother bawling her eyes out. "To a rehabilitation center, Gemma Madeline. We can't take care of you anymore", her dad said softly, her mother too distraught to speak. She pushed her head against the glass and her fist to her temple, her blood-shot eyes gazed upon the sign of the center, "Springfield Rehabilitation Center." All she could think of was trying to get out, she didn't need this shit. Or so she thought. They pulled up and Gemma stumbled out. "Toss off", was all she had to say to her parents before they sped off. She held onto her bags and dragged her back shoes up the stairs, the air hitting her as the electric door opened.

Franco tried to contain his anger the best her could, holding both fists at his sides, sitting on a baby blue uncomfortable chair in a rather uncomfortable room. He was alone, all four walls and him. He was early for today's meeting, which he had no need for. The whole situation never left his mind, he replayed and replayed over and over again. How many falls he took for that guy, and he blames it on him and he gets sent to a clinic. "Bloody hell..", he spoke under his breath softly, shaking his head and turning his attention to the only window in the small window, giving full view of the outside of the clinic.

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Darcy walked faster than her parents, who were crying. They set her bags and suitcases down in reception and started to speak softly to her. "Honey, it's for the best." Her father started, but Darcy only got pissed off. "For the best? FOR THE BEST? Is this some kind of sick fucking joke?! Mrs. Amaias let me and Lena sit next to each other in the first day of school, saying it was for the best, because she knew we'd get along. And be best friends. And where the fuck is Lena now?!" Darcy screamed at them and theb everything was silent. Tears were rolling down her cheeks and she turned away from them. Her mother touched her arm. "Sweetheart, that's differe-" But Darcy was angry, very angry. She spun around. "Just get the fuck away from me. Both of you. Or else I swear to God you'll regret it." And with that, the two hesitantly walked away and Darcy flopped down onto a seat opposite Franco, kicking the chair leg, head down, not showing anyone she was crying. She was a tough girl. Until now.

Pierce decided to walk around for a bit so he got up and walked outside the room. Everything was quiet, as usual, and all you could hear was an electric whirr noise, the hum steady and constant. He looked around and felt more lonely than ever. U til he spotted a girl he had never see before. He followed her in the shadows and then, when he thought it was right, walked out and looked at her closely. She was pretty. Pierce held out his hand and gave her a smile that he tried so hard to give. "Nice to meet you. Pierce." He said simply and waited for her to say her name.

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Slight tears fell down Gemma's face as she walked up to reception, wiping them off, "It should be under Gemma Madeline Smith." The receptionist pointed her down a hall and blandly stated, "Room 324", not even looking up at her. She wobbled down the hall, her eyesight going and heard a voice in front of her when she was looking down. Stopping abruptly, her face went blanked a bit as the boy introduced himself. He was perfect in every way as she examined him, his skin was flawless and his eyes gleamed under the dim light. She sniffled her nose, it still on fire and she held out her frail hand to shake his, trying not to look at him straight in the eye, "G-Gemma." She coughed a little, looking around and still trying to break eye contact as he spoke.

Franco felt a vibration under his chair and looked over at a young, fragile girl falling into the chair next to him. He re-adjusted himself, feeling quite awkward. He could smell the alcohol reeking off her and a hint of other drug blended in. Uncomfortably, he cleared his throat, examining her. She looked like she hadn't brushed her hair in days and looked a wreck, but there was some beauty to her. He looked away quickly as she looked up, he couldn't associate himself with any of these people, he wasn't like them.

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Darcy continued to cry silently. "I don't need them." She whispered to herself. "They weren't there for me when Lena..." After a few minutes she wiped away her tears and sat up, then looked around the room. Her eyes fell on Franco, who seemed to be alone. He looked quite uncomfortable, come to think of it. She sighed, thinking she set off the wrong impression to everyone who had just heard the little argument. Looking around, she started to tap her feet on the floor, staying silent, until she couldn't take it no more. She looked at Franco and realised how flawless his skin was and how clear his eyes were. He looked perfect so why was he here? She was determined to know. "So," Darcy started off. "Parents dump you off here of did you just come here for fun?"

Pierce could smell some sort of drug about her. He scrunched up his nose, not wanting to mix with those type of people in case he did something stupid. He nodded his head and smiled. "Pretty name." He said gently and looked at his watch. "Well, since you're new here, how about I let you settle down. You going to the 12 meeting?" He asked, though there was hardy going to be 12 people there. He suddenly felt a pain inside of him and sighed, needing another dose of his daily coffee. "I'l meet you there, if you do go. Nice meeting you, Gemma." He said and quickly made his way to the kitchen, making himself some coffee. He wondered what Gemma's past was like and if she really was a drug addict.

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Gemma pressed teeth to her lips and began to bite them, what she always did when she was nervous, "Oh, thanks.." She paused, staying silent, and an uncomfortable feeling overcame the two. He dashed off quickly like people always do when they first meet her. She rolled her bag into an empty room, with a bed, a night stand, a lamp and a desk. Following the closet up, there was a small bathroom with a rather large tub. Setting her bags down and started unpacking whatever she had, she grabbed a towel and a large sweater and black leggings. She walked into the bathroom and undressed her old clothes, smelling the shirt and her nose cringing, just reminding her of everything that had happened the past couple days. She got into the tub, soaking in and freshening herself up. After a while, she stepped out into fresh clothes, brushing her teeth to rid of the alcohol smell. Opening the door, a mist following her out, she stepped out of the door and tried to find her room for the meeting.

Franco looked over at the girl who had out of the blue started speaking to him. "Um, nah. I've actually never even done drugs. I got caught with my friend who was snorting, and my parents sent me here because they didn't really believe me." He nodded at recalling the events, looking down at his shoes and crossing his legs. She seemed really interested in him, and he wanted to just be alone and get the hell out of here as fast as he could.

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Darcy thought this guy..was kinda hot. His voice, his apperance, how he acted. Just a lot about him. She smiled to herself and then ran a hand through her hair. "Parents dumped ya." She said and shook her head. "My parents are stupid. They think I've gone crazy ever since my best friend..." She still couldn't finish off the sentence so she shrugged. "Yeah, but I'm perfectly fine." There was her stuborn nature kicking in. For Darcy, drugs was something normal for her to do. She hasn't overdosed yet and she earns a bit of money and it's not like her parents had to worry. She sighed and crossed her legs so she was sitting cross-legged on the chair. "My name's Darcy, what about you?" She asked and then leaned back. "I can tell you don't do drugs you know. You just don't look messed up." She admitted and meant every word.

Pierce took a huge gulp of coffee and instantly he felt better, like he didn't want to kill anyone or himself anymore. If he could, he would kill off the whole world including himself. He always carried a bottle of pills and always had to ahve coffee otherwise he would do these things. He'd be driven to insanity. Pierce walked back to the meeting room and the nurse checked him again. He was perfectly okay for the moment but everyone had to be extra careful around him. He was like a firework; you'd never know when he'd go off.

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Gemma searched around the dim light halls, until she found the room. Opening the door, she was the first one in and went to sit down. She sat with her legs crossed, holding the tips of her fingers to the bridge of her nose when Pierce walked in. She quickly released her fingers and crossed her legs. She really didn't want him to think lowly of her like everyone else, there was something about him that drew her in, and he didn't seem to brush her off like everyone else. she brushed her hand through her hair quickly, taking a deep sigh and standing up to go make some coffee out of the coffee machine in the corner of the room. Clearing her throat, she put the coffee grinds into the filter, "So, um. Why are you in here?"

Franco studied Darcy as she spoke, her personality just shined through as she spoke, but you could also see the hurt in her eyes. He shook his head a bit when he asked his name. Looking back up at her eyes, he smiled with that million dollar smile. "Oh, I'm Franco." He paused when she said she could tell he didn't do drugs, "Yeah, I never fucked with that. It's not me. It's not good stuff either.." He trailed off, forgetting that she probably wasn't much of a drug-free person.

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Darcy felt butterflies in her stomach when he smiled; he just looked so good. And she decided that she wanted him. She smirked. "Franco, huh? Pretty cute." She said and tapped her fingers against her chair. When he explained why he didn't use drugs, she sensed that he thought she got offended by his opinion but smiled ruefully. "It just listens when no one else can hear you." She said quietly, tearing up again but she looked on her lap so that he didn't see her. When the tears went, she smiled again. "I, Uh, should unpack and stuff. You going to the meeting in Room 14?" She asked Franco as she got up. She hoped he would // Pierce jumped a little when Gemma spoke and then grinned because she scared him. "Oh, hey." He said and followed her to the coffee machine, one of his favourite things in here. As she asked him the question, he ran a hand through his hair and contemplated whether or not to tell her but decided to tell her as he knew why she was here. "Depression: they reckon I'll go insane without help." He said and shrugged. He made himself another coffee and sat back down, drinking it. He looked up at her. He didn't want to mix with her but she sounded so fragile and hurt that he at least waned to be her friend; he could sense that she had no one and everyone had misjudged her. "So, why are you here? What's with the drugs?" He asked softly gesturing for her to sit down next to him. He hoped he didn't touch on something personal.

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Gemma was a bit frightened, she hated talking about her personal issues, all everyone ever did was judge her or quickly draw her off as a crackhead. She held the coffee tightly around the rims and walked over to take a seat next to him before she said anything. Crossing her legs, she took a breath and began to speak softly, "About a year and a half ago, my best friend passed away." She paused, waiting for tears, but there wasn't any. "Back then I was going somewhere you know, I was a senior, I had straight A's, a scholarship. But when she died, everything went to hell. I started using drugs. But the dealer I went to didn't tell me they were harder drugs than I thought. I'm addicted to cocaine now. And I drink." She was astounded she was telling him all this, she hardly knew him. But she felt comfortable with him, you know?

Franco nodded, uncrossing his legs. "Yeah, I'm there. It starts in about 10 minutes", he added, standing up and readjusting his shirt. He brushed a hand through his hair and exited after she left, she was so graceful when she moved. As soon as he realized he was thinking about her continuously, he stopped himself. You don't need that in your life right now, Franc. He said to himself quietly.

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Darcy smiled, glad to hear that he would be there, but sorry that be had to be here. She didn't want to be here either but maybe things would be okay with Franco around. She hoped he thought and felt the same about her. Walking to the receptionist, she got her room number and thanked her, then walked up the stairs to find her room. As soon as she walked in, she found that her walls were white and everything was bare, but she decided to fix that up later, when she had the time. She unpacked quickly and took out a fresh pair of bra and panties and a black vest with a neon pink off shoulder top that said: "fabulous", and then she picked out some shorts and boots and found her hair straightners. After a night, hot bath, she dried off and straightened her hair, then proceded to apply on some light-makeup: just a red lipstain and eyeliner and mascara. When she looked at herself in the mirror, she thought she looked hot, and smelled nice too. No alcohol or drug smell, a strawberry smell. She hoped Franco thought she looked nice. Darcy walked into Room 14 confidently and realised she was a little late but sat down next to Franco. // Pierce listened to what Gemma was saying, knowing she felt scared. He sighed sadly at her story and gave her a reassuring smile. It was sad to think this girl, who was so full of life and had everything going for her, broke because her best friend had comitted suicide. "Hey, it's okay," He started speaking softly. "I don't blame you. I would've gone insane. But at least you're going to get better, right?" He said gently and sipped his coffee. He might not have liked what Gemma did but she did have a reason behind it. And he wanted to help her get better. As a friend. At least he could help someone.

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Gemma held the bridge of her nose and took a sip of coffee, "I'm hoping I get better. I don't want to be like this anymore. I can't stand it." She crossed her legs again and looked down at her feet, "I really don't want to be here though. I just need to move out of my parents' house. Get away from all those bad memories." She sniffled her nose, looking as people started pouring into the room, people of all different ethnicity and all looked like they had different problems. Feeling a bit uncomfortable, she moved a little closer to Pierce as the meeting leader sat in the large chair with a clipboard.

"We're going to go around the circle and introduce ourselves and our issues with substance and or disorders", the leader said, looking around the small circle of people, about twelve of them. He looked around the circle and his eyes met Gemma's, who was sitting directly across from him in the circle. "Why don't we start with you?" Gemma's eyes peered up as she took a quick sip of coffee, holding it tightly, shaking. She stood up, her arms swinging a bit and sniffled, "I-I'm Gemma." "Hi Gemma", the group responded before Gemma started again. "I'm addicted to cocaine and I'm an alcoholic." She spit the words out before hurrying to sit down, feeling ashamed.
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Franco headed back to his room to freshen up a bit, splashing a bit of water on his face and brushing his teeth to rid of the coffee smell. He changed his shoes into suede black loafers and headed to Room 14, taking a seat in a small cream colored chair, one of the many in the circle around them. Darcy entered not long after everyone came in and sat down. He flashed her a quick smile before focusing his attention on the group leader, who cleared his throat and everyone quit talking.

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Darcy blushed a little when Franco smiled at her, wondering if that meant anything. She hoped it did. She sat down next to him and looked at him. "Hello again." She said cheerfully and looked at him and everyone else. There were a lot of people in here and she wondered what they had all done to be here. Then she noticed the group leader and he asked them all to introduce themselves and state what their issues were. So when it came to her turn, she was nervous and her heart was beating faster but she stood up and cleared her throat. "Hi, my name is Darcy." She said and everyone said: "Hello Darcy" in return. She held her breath and breathed out, then continued. "Well, I guess I'm addicted to drugs...and I like to drink too." She sat down after everyone clapped and looked over at Franco because it was his turn. Her eyes stung from the pain. Pierce looked up at Gemma and held her hands, smiling at her because she had admitted it to the group of people in front of her. He leaned in a little to whisper: "Well done." He then realised it was his turn so he put his coffee down and stood up. "Hi, my name is Pierce." He said and everyone said hello to him. "I guess I'm here because my mum thinks my depression has gone worse." He shurgged and sat back down and sipped his coffee again. He honestly didn't want to be here but he didn't want to be back home either. It seemed empty without his father there. He looked at the group leader who told them what to do next.

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Gemma smiled, a genuine smile for the first time forever. Pierce made her feel special, like she actually meant something to the world. She took another sip of coffee as the group leader began.

After the meeting was over, everyone began to stand up and scatter out of the room. Gemma stayed seated until everyone had left the room except her and Pierce, and she stood up. Taking a deep sigh, she looked up at him to find he was staring at her. "I really don't want to be here", she began, looking down at her feet again. "I don't like this. I feel secluded. I feel like my freedom is being taken away from me. Like I can't do anything at all", she paused, looking up at him again. "I mean, I know I need help but. I don't want to stay here. I don't like it here. It's forced upon me."

Franco stood up after Darcy, feeling a little angry again at the fact of he didn't even need to be here. "I'm Franco. And my mother thinks I'm addicted to drugs." He sat back down, huffing a little at people looking at him, acting as if he didn't take responsibility for his problems when he didn't have any. The group leader gave him a weird look before going back around the circle and finishing everybody.

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Darcy sensed that Franco was angry. She furrowed her eyebrows and sighed. "Hey, are you okay?" She asked softly and got up after the session was over. She walked outside with him and looked at him, sighing. "It doesn't matter if people misjudge you for something you haven't done. You just have to prove them wrong." She said to him with a soft smile, not wanting to feel like everyone was going to hate him for something he didn't do. Plus, everyone here has messed up in some way or another. That's how they got here.

Pierce held her hand and took her outside. He put her hands on her shoulders and looked her straight in the eyes. "Hey, I don't wanna be here either. None of us do. But if you were to get out, if all of us were to, what would we do? Make more mistakes. And we would never get better. So, Gemma, just think like this will sort out all your problems, because I swear to God it will." He gave her a reassuring smile and stepped back, taking his hands off her shoulders. "So, wanna come to my room?"

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Gemma sighed, rubbing her shoulders. She didn't realize how fragile she was getting, all she did was drink over and over again. She couldn't remember the last time he ate. Looking back up at Pierce she nodded, "O-Oh, sure. That sounds wonderful." She wrapped her pinky finger around his, walking through the halls. Some of the people in here really frightened her, and she wondered if people thought that about her, too. When they arrived to his room, he swiped his key and opened the door. His was more put together and less bland than hers, it was also very organized and color coated. She looked around the room and smiled, "Lovely."

Franco shrugged it off, "Yeah, yeah I know." He was very hard-headed and hated being told what to do. In all honesty, he knew she was right, he just didn't want to admit it. "Did you get settled in okay? I mean, for a rehabilitation center, the rooms are quite lavish." He nodded, looking around the halls. "Did you see the garden and outside area? It's beautiful. Let me show you", he grabbed her hand and smiled, walking out the door and into a beautiful array of flowers and plants.

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