A/N: So I had this idea. I'm going to do a multi chap fic which follows a guy and girl, both are hopelessly addicted to Twilight. What will become of them when they are forced to undergo rehab for their addictions? Meant not as a spoof or parody but as humourous look into the minds of those who take Twilight too far (I added Halo in there to avoid vampire romance overload.
General POV
We open first on our Twilight addict. Christine Chadwater was hopelessly devoted to all things related to the vampire-romance phenomenon.
Christine's POV
"So what if I'm an 19 year old? Everyone loves Twilight!" I whined argumentively to my mother who stood betweeb me and my oak wood bookcase.
"Christine, can't you see what you're doing," my mother pointed to all the Twilight fixtures I had strewn about my bedroom. Posters from every movie, every novel and action figure, Twilight bed set and curtains to match. "It's a good thing they haven't made Kristen and Rob record any Twilight albums." I replied almost reflexively but my own words cause me to see stars. Imagine, Bella and Edward singing together!
My mother never got into the Twilight lure, and to be a single mom raising an only daughter who hooked into Twilight from the get go? Forget about it. "Listen Chris, you need to really look at yourself and think, is this what I really want for myself?" finally, feeling frustrated to the end of her sanity, my mom walked away. I sat down on Bella's face and contemplated the reality that I was being forced to endure. I observed my dress, a replica of Bella's prom dress I acquired through a fan auction, and smiled wide. "So what if I love Twilight, it's not a crime." I scoffed at my mom's words of concern. I tugged my Bella bracelet beneath the sleeve of my white cardigan and proceed into the cool Washington air. I had important business to attend to today.
I watched from the road as I passed our house (walking was something you did when your parents refused to pay for a car) and saw my mother through the kitchen window; hands flailing not knowing what in the world to do with a hopeless daughter like me. I'd seen it all before, she would consider burning all of my Twilight posessions then think better of it (she wouldn't want to further distance herself from me by burning the things that mattered most to me.) I take out my Ipod Classic, complete with a cute Jacob Black face skin, and plug into Pink Floyd's Wish You Were Here. Pretty fitting song. Bella. Edward. Jacob. How I wish you were here.
A/N: End of the first chapter. I'll introduce the male Twiliaholic in the next chapter. Brace yourselves! Please review!
