Hi All!!! So obviously I'm totally loving Adrianna and Navid (don't worry I still LOVE me some SANNIE super FIERCELY) and I was super sad that there is only one other fanfiction out there for them...Thank You FoFooh, it was sad but awesome...So I thought rather than whining about it I should contribute:) So I guess this is kind of going to be my spin on the whole Adrianna/Navid coupling. It'll contain bits from the actually episodes too. Alright enough with the rambling...Adrianna kicks ass...Hope you enjoy. Oh yeah rated T...for now:)
It was prison. Okay it was prison minus the grungy cramped cells and the questionable food but whatever it was close enough. No cell phone. No unauthorized visitors. No friends. No life. No drugs. Really if you didn't want to kill yourself before you got there you kinda did once you arrived.
The "Warden" or Dr. Cohen as she liked to be called, honestly there wasn't much of a difference, did her nightly rounds at eight o'clock sharp. As if that wasn't bad enough there was group therapy, one meeting in the morning and one meeting in the afternoon. Complete strangers forced to talk about their intimate problems with one another. Drugs, sex, suicide, and eating disorders, nope nothing was taboo in these sessions. Oh and don't forget the one on one sessions with The Warden herself. Those are one hour doozies filled with long talks about feelings and Dr. Cohen saying "…And why do you think you do that?" The woman really needed a new catch phrase.
The only saving grace was the single room. No crazy room mate. Honestly she didn't know how her Mother had gotten her in pro bono, let alone a room all to herself, but she thanked God every night when the tears started falling that she didn't have to worry about some crazy listening to her. It was the nights that were the worst; that are the worst. The thoughts won't stop, memories colliding into one another, some good and some bad but always never ending. They play on a continuous loop…
Hundreds of pink balloons at her 6th birthday party. The Father that had never really bothered with her and that she had never really loved packing up his suitcase and walking into the night, leaving her Mother in a sobbing heap on the floor. Lord of the Rings, The Princess Diaries, and Navid. Laughing with Naomi out in the school yard in 7th grade, watching Ethan play lacrosse. Getting her first acting job and her Mother's solemn face as she said "Please don't let me down sweetheart I'm really counting on you." Smoking pot out in the alley way to take the edge off. Horrendous auditions, filled with hundreds of tiny, talented, beautiful girls. The dark street corner, he'd offered coke and the answer was yes. The foreclosure notice her Mother had tried to hide in a stack of bills. Naomi finding the drugs, taking the wrap, being deserted and left to fend for herself. It was too much, too many lies, too much hurt, too much coke, too much everything.
…until the alarm clock rings and it's time to start the whole dreadful process over again. The doctors called it healing but Adrianna wasn't sure if it was suppose to hurt this much.
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He'd asked and they'd done it, no questions asked. They were there for him unconditionally; it was something he would never forget. He remembered the conversation vividly. She has a drug addiction…she could have died, almost did die…rehab Dad, she really needs to go to rehab…they can't afford it, it's just the two of them…she's my friend.
That part was a lie, a friend. Adrianna Duncan meant a hell of a lot more to him than just a friend. He was in love with her, had been in love with her for years. It was the one constant in his life…well other than his family. He'd tried to stop it, stop the feelings he felt for her but it was useless.
He'd watched what Hollywood and her parents had done to her, watched the way they changed her from the girl he knew in middle school. He had gone from a best friend to barely an acquaintance after she landed that role on that sitcom. Still the feelings were there. He'd watched what she had done to other people, Annie, Brenda, and Naomi especially, all caught up in Adrianna's storm. Still the feelings were there. He'd watched what she had done to herself, the lying, the stealing, and the drugs. And still the feelings were there.
He should hate her or at the very least be indifferent to her, that's what he kept on telling himself. But it hadn't worked, not once in the million times he had said it to himself. He missed her, missed who she was, who she could be. He knew she could get better, that she would get better; she just needed all little help… a little anonymous help. He may be ready to admit to himself that he's in love with Adrianna but he sure as hell is not ready to tell her…yet. Baby steps. That was definitely his moto when it came to Adrianna. He had a plan, a carefully thought out plan, a plan that involved many, many baby steps.