I'M NOT A JUNKIE RIGHT?

Covet: LAGGGGG YOU WHORE]
Tsaaq: ((Shhh.))
Covet: [Not you IMVU XD]
Covet: -Cadence was in the kitchen pulling out a batch of brownies that she'd thrown into the oven.- Ow fuck fuck fuck...-she hissed out as she dropped them ontop of the stove.- ...add potholders to the list of shit to buy. Also let's stop fucking up the pot holders when we're high. -she walked over to the list she had put on the fridge that had a pen attached to it and scribbled out the item-
Tsaaq: ((God.))
Covet: [XD]
Tsaaq: He pulled the front door open walked into the apartment, glancing across to see Cadence in the kitchen. He had a plastic bag in his hand or whatever cause he probably just got home from toke,mon. "Hey." He said deadpan and walked to the living room.
Covet: -She looked over at him and gave him a smile- Hey, How was work? -she asked him, walking over to the fridge to grab herself a beer out of the fridge. She held it up and looked at Remy- Do you want one?
Tsaaq: "It was... Okay." Remy shrugged his shoulders and went into the kitchen. "Kind of tired and shit from standing for so long. Frankie sort of takes up the whole couch space. He's a couch hog." He rambled a bit and went over to stand beside her, holding his hand out for a beer.
Covet: -She grabbed another one out for him and twisted off the caps of both of them. Cadence closed the fridge with her foot, handing him his beer, then leaned back against the counter.- You should get like, a chair or a bean bag in there. -she said to him, tipping her bottle back.-  Do you want a backrub and brownies? -Cadence offered to him- We've even got Ice cream and whipped cream for them.-
Tsaaq: He took the beer and took a long sip. "Yeah, once I save up a little money I guess I'll drag one of those behind the counter." Remy said before burping a little. "Do I?" He asked himself. "I don't know. I kinda want to...Ugh. I can't believe I'm saying this." Remy groaned and covered his face with his free hand. "I want to talk?" He suggested warily.
Covet: -She narrowed her gaze and bit her lip for a second, her face growing concerned, and her stomach dropping a bit- Alright...What's up?  -Cadence said in response, gripping her beer tighter.-
Tsaaq: Remy exhaled hard through his nose and leaned against the counter. "Okay, so you know how last Wednesday I was acting really fucked up and crazy?" He started to say.
Covet: -Cadence nodded her head and looked at him, tipping her bottle back- Yeah.
Tsaaq: "Well... I was, uh." He paused. "Okay, this is easier to explain if I start from the beginning." Remy said as he waved his free hand around for a moment. "Wednesday are my therapy days, right? So I went to see my doctor and she told me that she wanted to start medication and shit but then I told her I relapsed and she told me now they can't give me meds." He explained. "At least not yet. And I was half pissed, half panicking. That's why I can home to talk to you but..." Remy sighed and looked away. "You weren't here."
Covet: -She listened to his story and let out a heavy sigh, dropping her arm down a bit as she nodded- I'm so sorry, I should have gotten home quicker that night. -she frowned and ran her hand through her hair- But this is good news, right? Because this means that you just have to stay clean? -Cadence asked him-
Tsaaq: He shrugged and nodded his head. "Yeah..." Remy trailed off. "I didn't even know I was so bad that I needed meds. Well maybe I did." Remy shrugged again. "I don't know." He shook his head. "I was already so thrown off when I got home looking for you, fucking Jade was talking shit and I lost it."
Covet: -She watched him then tilted her head- Med's aren't a bad thing, though. If they help regulate you. I mean mine are currently working for me. -Cadence sat her half drank beer on the counter- But it's okay, I understand things happen. I appreciate the explination. -she told him sincerely.- I don't think she intended to talk shit. That whole day just seems like a mass miscomunication.
Tsaaq: "I'm trying. It's just really hard." He whispered, putting his beer down on the counter and put his hand on her shoulder. "The minute I found out I could possibly not feel like this anymore I was happy y'know, and before I could even get it I found out I already fucked it up for myself." Remy lowered his head. "Well she did, and I went off. I don't even remember half of what I said. That's how mad I was." He ran his free hand through his hair.
Covet: Exactly. I spoke to her yesterday. She seems to be cool with shit though. -She told him walking over to him, putting her hands on his chest before wrapping them around his body- So what do you want to do? I mean, there are options if you don't think you can kick it by yourself.
Tsaaq: He groaned and threw his head back. "I can't go back to rehab. I don't have time." Remy sighed as he hugged her. "And I can't afford it, neither can my parents." He continued. "I mean, Berkoffs spend a lot of money on mental health shit." Remy pulled from the hug a bit, keeping his hands at the small of her back.
Covet: Okay, but what if money wasn't an issue? And what if we could work something out where it's weekends...we could get you set up with a sponsor. -she told him, leaning  back a bit to look up at him-
Tsaaq: "Stop." He said as he walked away. "I won't let you spend any money on me. I just have to kick it on my own." Remy said as he went to grab his beer again. "Ugh, a sponsor?" He sighed, slurping the beer down.
Covet: Okay, but I don't care about the money, not if it helps you. -she told him, crossing her arms and gave out a sigh- Yeah a sponsor. Someone who you can let know when you feel yourself slipping. I mean, I'm here but I haven't  gone through what you have. -she said giving a guilty shrug-
Tsaaq: He shook his head. "I'm not letting you do it." Remy told her sternly. "Listen, I can try this on my own first. If it seems like it isn't working out we can explore those options."
Covet: Fine. I'm only agreeing because I have faith in you, that you can do it. I care about you...a lot. So this is the last time we have this discussion. -she told him setting her jaw- You either kick it, or it's rehab. I'm paying, and there won't be another word about it. You get three strikes, unless you come to me otherwise and you better believe I will be watching you like a hawk. -Cadence bit the inside of her cheek, praying that she didn't just bite the bullet, the same way she did with Steph.-
Tsaaq: Remy nodded his head. "Don't worry, you're not going to have to pay a dime." He waved his hand at her. "I have to do this if I want my doctor to know I'm not going to go crazy with my meds, like a junkie or something..." He trailed off. "I'm not a junkie." Remy muttered, more to himself than anything.
Covet: I'm actually impressed that you let your doctor know. Clearly you are aware that it's a problem, so it's what gives me hope.  -She walked back over to him and flung her arms around his neck, squishing her boobs up against him- You are not a junkie. You are an amazing, sexy guy, who's just hit a rough patch. We'll get you through it. -she smiled at him-
Tsaaq: "Well if I went on the meds while coke was in my system or something then maybe something bad would happen and I didn't want to be dishonest I guess." He shrugged, pulling her in and sniffing her which was romantic and NOT weird. Remy smirked a bit and went to kiss her a few times. "Praise Pete Wentz." He chuckled.
Covet: -She closed her eyes and hugged him back, leaning up to kiss him back, scrunching up her nose-  Good. I'm proud of you. -she told him with a big smile- In Fall Out Boy we Pray, Amen? -she said to him with a smirk, then looked down at the tray of brownies- So, are we talking a couple of those, with some ice cream into the room, to enjoy some of that fat sack you brought home?
Tsaaq: He began to smile as he kissed her head. "And you look totally hot when I'm rejecting your money." He told her softly. "In name of the Patrick, Joe, the Andy and the Holy Pete Wentz." Remy said with a nod and let her go to grab the bag. "We can enjoy it in the bedroom, yes. Along with this shit and the ice cream and shit."
Covet: -She smrked at him and rolled her eyes a bit at his comment, chuckling- Is that why you tell me no so often? -Cadence turned around to get a couple of large brownie's for them, putting them into a couple of bowls and got into the freezer to add the ice cream. She put everything away, quickly- Sounds awesome, and I'll even rub out some of your sore spots once we're good and high, since you worked hard today, after all.
Tsaaq: "Shit, you're onto me." Remy pretended to sound nervous before laughing. He walked backwards so he could keep looking at Cadence. He turned his body once he reached her door and pushed it open, holding it for her. "I'd like that. I've never actually had to work, work. Like stand and shit. I think my body is confused."
Covet: -She laughed and followed him, walking past him into her room- Thanks Babe. -she told him then flopped onto the futon matress on the floor by the tv where the smoke station was set up, setting the bowls down in front of her.- Probably. That's okay My body will help make it less confused. -she smirked- That was horrible, I apologize.
Tsaaq: He closed the door once she was inside and tried not to die from the joke. Remy frowned and sat dow on the floor beside her. "Stop." He shook his head at her and crossed his arms over his chest. "Why would you say things?" Remy asked with a laugh.
Covet: -She laughed-  Because I'm horribly cheesy like that. Sorry, not sorry. -she told him as she dug into her ice cream and got stoned and did the rubbing massage things to his body before bed. Worst post ever.-