#fifiones

“Hey, Fiona!” she greeted cheerfully, coming to a stop in front of the older girl. “So, uh. You know that bodice Eli found in the costume department that was perfect for my character?” she asked, nervously rocking back on her heels.

The blonde wasn’t one to dress up, she always stayed in a tshirt and jeans feeling more comfortable that way but when Goldi’s parents told her that they were having a family dinner and she had to dress up, Rasha found herself in the mall, the dress shop she was in overwhelming. Her head hurt, there were so many different prints and colors to choose from and she was really confused. “I can’t do this.. why can’t I just wear pants?” she mumbled to herself, not seeing the older girl standing beside her.

It had been a few nights since Eli had slept. After being told that he was going to be sent to a rehab facility a few towns away for his apparent pill popping addiction, he couldn’t think of anything else. Twenty four hours. He had to go through twenty four hours of detox before he was even allowed into the facility. He rolled over onto his side and started at the wall. ‘This really sucks..’ he mused with a soft sigh. He begun counting down the hours before he could get out of that place.

Once the next day came, he looked like a zombie, and felt like shit. He couldn’t take anything for his bipolar disorder, and he was twenty four hours sober, so he was surely going to be a joy to be around. It felt like he was in a type of maximum security prison, and it was only going to get worse. The nurse came around and discharged him from the facility on the grounds that he signed a consent form agreeing that he would go to rehab, which he did. He was then escorted to the rehab facility  where they checked him for anything that a person could possibly bring into a rehab center before they let him go. He wandered into a strange room that had a bunch of chairs lined up in a circle and he raised a brow, seeing a few people sitting already, he decided to wander over to the youngest of the group and take a seat next to her.

“Hey.. I’m Eli.” he stated to her.

Imogen glanced sideways for what had to be the tenth time in as many minutes, for the first time uncertain that the seating arrangements in this class were ideal. Sure, sitting next to Fiona was great most of the time, but it also proved to be a great enabler when she was more interested in letting her mind wander than actually paying attention to class. Even, it turned out, when she was taking a test.

but I might be, because I really miss my many Imogens. Anyone who’s still interested in writing with me, please like this post and/or send me a message/im/whatever people are using these days! But first, please read under the cut to make sure you’re still interested:

As I’m sure all of you have realized by this point, I am definitely a flake. There will be times where I do not log in for extended periods. Maybe weeks, maybe months. Who knows? I certainly don’t. That said, there are a few changes I’ll be making here in an attempt to at least make my absences less frequent: