She had nowhere to go.
Her cell phone died, she was lost, and it had been two days. The only sounds she really seemed to hear were the words Gerard had said. They repeated over and over again in her mind, like a scratched CD. And she would always let the words get the best of her, she would always let them make her cry.
She knew Frank, at least, was worrying about her. The others too, probably, minus Gerard.
He was most likely happy that she was gone without a trace.
Adrienne had been living in her own glass house, ignoring the sights and sounds around her. She had her own broken CD, playing in her mind like it was a CD player.
Everything just pushed down on her shoulders more and more, finally making her knees buckle and letting her fall to the ground in a heap of misery, crying. People walking by looked at her, alarmed.
In the corner of her eye, she saw a blur of black, just as she felt an arm wrap around her shoulders.
"I'm definitely not a psychologist, but I can at least tell that something's wrong."
The voice was higher-pitched, definitely female.
Adrienne sniffled and wiped her eyes. "N-nothing's wrong. I just t-tripped, I-I'm fine."
"To be completely honest, you look like shit."
Adrienne turned to look at the stranger. She had short, platinum blonde hair, filled with streaks of black and blue. Her eyes were a light crystal blue with darker shades in them, surrounded by thick, black eyeliner.
"Hi, I'm Stacey."
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Adrienne looked hesitantly at the apartment door she and Stacey stood in front of.
"Oh, don't worry, Stacey told her seriously, "the gang-bang was last week." She unlocked the door and stepped inside her apartment. "Coffee? Hot chocolate?" Adrienne watched as her silhouette walked off, flipping light switches to illuminate the dark place. "I made sugar cookies yesterday. They're my best masterpiece ever."
Adrienne shuffled into the pretty nice apartment, photos covering the colorful walls. "Coffee, please and thank you."
"Cream? Sugar?" Stacey called.
"Black."
"Ugh, I don't know how you can drink it that way. It ruins your teeth, you know."
"Fine, cream and two sugars."
Adrienne heard Stacey moving around as the coffee pot began to putter. She walked around the room, looking at the pictures.
"These are beautiful," Adrienne told Stacey. "Who took them?"
"I did, actually. I'm a photographer in my spare time."
"Wow."
"Yeah. My mom had the same reaction."
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Adrienne and Stacey watched the phone, Adrienne procrastinating calling any of the guys.
"Call him," Stacey mumbled, eyes wide as they stared at nothing.
"No," Adrienne replied, idly taking a sip of her cold coffee. She made a face and swallowed it. "I like you better than them. Boys are icky."
"You sound like a five year-old."
"You sound like a dumb year-old."
"I understand you absolutely hate Gerard, but--"
"I don't hate him, he hates me."
"Well, whatever. You don't get along with him very well."
There was silence between the two.
"...Are my clothes done yet?" Adrienne asked, referring to the silence. Stacey got up and walked over to the dryer in her hallway. She opened the door and felt the warm clothes.
"Yeah."
"Oh good. I'm taking a shower now."
"Bitch." Stacey whimpered.
"You got it, dollface."
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Adrienne had taken a nice, long, hot shower. Stacey would probably be pissed off at her. She had to have been in the bathroom for at least an hour and a half, feeling like she couldn't scrub off everything that had happened in the past week or so. She unlocked the door and walked down the hallway.
"Whoa. I didn't know prunes had the ability to walk. I guess you learn something new every day!"
Adrienne glared at the blonde as she giggled. "You need therapy, Stace. You're even weirder than Frank on sex."
Stacey's eyes almost popped out of her head. "You had sex with Frank? Why was this not included in your life story?!" Pause. "Was he any good?"
Adrienne sighed and smacked her forehead. "I did not have sex with Frank."
"...Oh. Well that sucks."
Adrienne jumped onto the couch, laying down across it and stretching. She closed her eyes tiredly. "What a long day."
Stacey glanced at her clock. "It's only 7 o'clock!" she exclaimed in disbelief.
Adrienne opened one eye and raised her eyebrow. "And your point is...?"
"That it's only 7 o'clock!"
"I heard you the first time." Adrienne replied, closing her eye and burying her face in the pillow she had.
A light bulb went off in Stacey's head. "Fine. I'll just go in the kitchen and get stuff to make s'mores in the fireplace I have... with chocolate... and marsh mellows... complete with hot chocolate." She grinned as Adrienne opened one eye at her. "Have fun sleeping!"
"Okay, okay! I bite!" Adrienne groaned. "You'd better be serious about making s'mores."
Stacey smiled sheepishly at her. "You don't mind walking to the store and grabbing something from Starbucks on the way back... do you?"
"Are you kidding me?" Adrienne grinned. "Any excuse to go to Starbucks is a good one!"
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