It’s better this way mate. I hear she is pretty easy though, if you want in you don’t have to do much.
”I honestly never saw drugs as a way to, for example, party harder or… I don’t know, I just wanted to escape from reality so I usually did them at home, when no one was around. Some headphones, a good song to give you the right trip and everything was like a fairytale.” the girl admitted with a lost look in her eyes. Yas never knew why she had such a powerful desire to escape from this world, desire which she only acknowledged recently. Of course the girl didn’t want to die, but the world was so sad, not worth the effort. Everyday we try our best to succeed in such insignificant activities which apparently bring us some sort of a happiness, empty happiness.
“Well why didn’t you tell anything? I don’t bite you know.” A sincere laugh came out from the brunette’s mouth. “Then let’s go, I don’t want you to catch a cold and hold me responsible for it” she giggled, getting up as she cleaned all the strands of grass off her. Waiting for Thomas to get up, Yasmin took one more look to the stars and the moon wishing them a good night.
As the teenagers got up, the girl took Thomas’ arm, leading the way towards her room. She liked having company, having someone with whom she actually could talk, someone who understood her. They walked the empty hallways, talking about random non-sense, enjoying themselves.
“And this is where all the magic happens.” Yas said gesturing when they arrived to her door. “Please, come in”
Thomas shrugged as he listened to her, he really wasn’t a big fan of the drug scene, nor did he really want to get himself involved in it, but Yasmin seemed like a nice girl, even if she was stuck in with the thing he didn’t want to throw himself into. “Why did you feel the need to trip, Yasmin? Did you want to get away from it all or something?” He raised a brow, he wasn’t certain as to why she did it, nor was he certain he’d ever be sure why she did it, but the least he could do was try to figure out why. Pausing momentarily, he realised how much he began to sound like a therapist, he wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or a bad thing, but he knew he shouldn’t. It wasn’t his job, he was here to get ‘better’ after all, not to do their jobs for them.
He looked to her as she took his arm into her own, a smile forming on his lips as she led him onwards. It was curious, honestly. The first person he’d ran into in person who he’d actually taken the time to speak to was now the first friend he’d had at the centre. He wasn’t certain as to what was really going to go on from there, but there was only one way to truly find out. “Tsch, I wouldn’t blame you if I got a cold. I’d blame myself for being a stupid ass and not wearing something a little warmer.” He nodded, taking a moment to take in their surroundings, come to grips with where they were and where they were going. He needed to know how to get back to his room eventually, after all.
After a few minutes of idle chitchat and nonsense, they ended up at her room, he still wasn’t certain what was going to come of this evening, but he was glad to have made a friend, and glad to know that it wasn’t impossible to find a drink in the centre. As she gestured for him to enter, he did so. “Nice little place you’ve got here.” He grinned, taking a moment to inspect the room. He was nosy, that was for sure. But that was the best way to get to know somebody, he thought. The more you knew about them, the better. “I still haven’t even bothered to unpack my stuff yet.” He shrugged, placing himself down on the foot of the bed absently, watching Yasmin with a light grin on his lips.
”Then I guess people are quite lucky to have you around them. Me? I used to live alone at home. I didn’t have any friends, only acquaintances, you know, people with whom I’d party and get all drugged up and then, the next morning I would wake up god knows where, in god knows who’s bed. People may think that drugs are my main problem, but, I don’t feel addicted to them, like they say. I sort of want to go back…” the girl began explaining lame details of her lonely life as the boy gazed at her without interruption.
The night was settling in pretty fast and the temperature dropped a bit,becoming a bit chilly outside. The hoodie that Yasmin was wearing didn’t help her too much, beginning to feel her arms and hands getting colder. ”Hey, if you want you can come into my room. I mean, it’s getting kinda cold outside and, if you don’t have anything better to do, we could have a drink or something. I can’t remember if I had any booze though.” the brunette asked slowly, crossing her arms and pulling them up to her chest.
Suddenly she was reminded about Taylor, who promised her that she would bring in some pills and, generally, good stuff. It had been almost a month since she last got all drugged up and she kind of missed it. The girl usually took the drugs alone, tripping alone. She didn’t mind, it was better in her opinion, no one could give you a bad trip or totally destroy your good mood. ’ Yes, indeed, I must talk to Taylor as soon as possible’ Yas thought.
Thomas couldn’t help but grin lightly as she spoke, compliments were something he rarely got. Sure he got the ‘thanks for helping’ bullshit everybody gave him, but he rarely got compliments. He shrugged lightly, rubbing his nape in thought as she went on about her drug habit. “Drugs aren’t something I tend to dabble in, I’m not a big fan of them personally.” Truth be told, he hated them with a passion, but he wasn’t going to convince an addict to give up drugs, he wasn’t that good. He slipped his hands in his pockets as he listened to the girl continue on. “Well, there’s only one person who ultimately can decide what you do, Yasmin. That’s you.” He nodded, looking back to the girl with a calm smile on his lips.
The cold had soon reached Thomas, which was a pity, honestly. He loved stargazing, but he also enjoyed not freezing his arse off, and the possibility of a drink wasn’t one he was going to pass up. “Sounds like a plan. Better than sitting our here and freezing our arses off.” He grinned playfully, pulling himself up from the floor. He took a moment to stretch before looking down to the brunette, offering a hand up. “Besides, I’m never one to pass up a drink.” He added onto the end of his previous sentence.
He paused momentarily to glance around the back court once more, trying to get his bearings before setting his eyes back to the brunette. “After you.” He smiled gently, gesturing onwards. “Truth be told, I still don’t know my way around this place.” He let out a light laugh as he ran his hand through his hair once more, it was just another way to calm his nerves. He knew the basics, the basics being the therapists and his room, which was good enough for him, honestly. He preferred to keep to himself anyway.
Yasmin began to smile instinctively at the boy,pulling herself up too look at him better. They were pretty close to each other so the girl could clearly see Thomas’ face with all of hey adorable features : his big blue eyes,just like hers,blonde hair,charming smile. He looked way to innocent for this place,in Yasmin’s opinion.Next she thought about what he promised her,to never let her down,to try and help her.Maybe he would help her more than all the therapists and doctors around here. The girl began to think about what to give him in return:kindness and most importantly, a friend.
” So Thomas,tell me stuff about you. Anything that goes through your mind right now.” the girl said,smiling at the boy,looking for a brief period at his lips. It was night outside,the moon danced her way onto the black sky, watching from a far away, everyone,everything,including the two kids who were chatting,without any care,in the magic of the night.
“I want to get to know you” and a little smirk appeared in the corner of the brunette’s mouth
Thomas ran a hand through his hair once more as his eyes met hers, taking a moment to take in the brunette’s beauty. The way the moonlight reflected in her pale blue eyes, the coy smile that found itself resting on her lips. He paused momentarily as she spoke out, he wasn’t sure what she wanted to know about him, there wasn’t really much to actually know. “Well, uh… Stuff about me…” He tapped his chin in thought, trying to think of something interesting. “Well, I’m sixteen, my parents brought me up with the ideal that you should treat others how you want to be treated.” He nodded, wondering what else to say as he rested a hand on his nape.
“I guess you could say I had a good group of closely-knit friends, we used to go out drinking together, I’d do my best to look after them to make sure they didn’t end up doing anything fucking stupid, you know?” He nodded in agreement with himself as he looked to Yasmin, trying to remember the better times of his life. “I guess I ended up here when I trashed the house because shit started going down hill. You know, smashed a few windows, set the couch on fire, that sort of thing.” He shrugged at the thought. Maybe he wasn’t as calm as he thought he was, maybe he wasn’t as caring and considerate as he believed himself to be.
He paused momentarily, glancing over the girl beside him before setting his eyes out forward, absently inspecting the back court as an attempt to quell the bad memories. “There’s not much else to know, really. I lived a pretty normal life, and now I’m here.” He frowned, pulling his knees up to his chest as he wrapped his arms around them. “What about you, Yasmin? Tell me something.” He nodded. If they were sharing their previous lives, it was only fair she did too.
” Well I do have a feeling that you’re not going to stay here for long.” Yasmin smiled at the boy. There was something about him that made her feel good, but since that also happened to Clarke, the girl decided to be careful and find out more things about Thomas,about who he really is.
“I’m sorry if my cigarettes bother you.” the girl said laughing, putting out her cigarette in the grass. ” You shouldn’t be hanging out with me though,I’m pretty much a spaz, I mean…yea…I kind of ..hurt people without wanting to which sucks a lot by the way ” the girl said, looking again up to the stars,putting her hand in the green grass,playing with little strands.
He tilted his head to listen to her as she spoke out, he was somewhat content at the fact he’d managed to make a friend at the centre. Truth be told he hated being lonely, it was just something he’d never gotten used to. “I hope so, I just wanna go home, you know?” He shrugged his shoulders, running a hand through his hair absently. “I mean, so far I’ve met you, which is good, but that’s about it. I’ve been pretty much isolated.” He wasn’t sure what he thought of Yasmin so far, she wasn’t bad, that was for sure. He’d not seen anything negative about the girl yet. Sure she had trouble with drugs, but what youth hasn’t?
Thomas shook his head at the idea. “If it bothered me that much, I wouldn’t of came out to join you.” He nodded, a gentle smile resting on his lips as he set his eyes to the sky once more, listening to what she had to say about herself. “I’m not one to pass judgement, since I’ve only known you the best part of a couple of hours, but… You don’t seem like a spaz.” He pulled himself up to look at the girl, turning to face her. “Everybody ends up hurting somebody eventually, it’s not something you can control, Yasmin.” He nodded once more, speaking out again soonafter. “I mean, if you ever need somebody to talk to about that, I’m always here, no matter what.” His lips curling into a comforting smile as he finished his sentence.
Truth be told he wasn’t sure why he’d been so willing to help everyone in the past, but it was just how he was brought up, he figured. He was always there to care for others, and when it didn’t work out for them, when his advice was wrong, that’s when things went bad. Last time he’d smashed up his dad’s house, the time before he’d took a knife to his wrists. Why he did it, he didn’t know, he never could figure that out, it probably had something to do with him letting others down. “I’ll do my best, Yasmin. I’ll try my best to never let you down.” He nodded in confirmation, watching over the girl with that constant smile on his features.
Now mate, don’t go callin’ her puss shit. That’s not very nice.
I-.. What. You know I didn’t mean it like that. Now you’re just twisting my words.
Yeah, friends. I’m here to get ‘better’, not stick my dick in shit and start drama.