A/N: So yeah, this is ANOTHER RinxLen story that I'm going to try and finish...this one deals with drugs, sex, addictions and all that lovely stuff people tend to get all huffy and irritated about, so consider this a warning~! Also, in this fic, Rin and Len aren't twins and I'm not really expecting there to be THAT much explicit sex scenes...so...enjoy~ I might just write some small hook fics until I get into some of le good plot stuff, but just fyi- I've never done drugs...so...if any of you guys have and I'm writing it wrong (#richwhitegirloverhere), lemme know ;w; Research can only do so much...
-Breaking Habits-
"An unfortunate thing about this world is that the good habits are easier to give up than the bad."- W. Somerset Maugham
How stupid he was, bringing that into his life and expecting it to not be a deal- it's not like he was planning on getting high or anything, he was "just holding it for a friend". But when you- a straight A, high academic, high stressed college student- are holding something that illegal, well...you can't just hold it.
And that's when he started.
At first it was one whenever he felt stressed- about once a week.
And then it gradually increased, his mind making him think he was stressed just so he could light up and let everything go. From once a week, to once every 2 or 3 days, and finally to a few joints every day. Eventually he didn't even care if it was bad for his health like he'd been lectured throughout his life. He was still keeping up academically so what the hell did it matter?
Then it all went downhill.
His sister- with her big goddamn mouth- popped in for a random visit right as he was about to light up his first joint of the night to get through Phycology essays and even though he fucking offered her one- telling her she just needed to stop being a prick- went and ran screaming like a fucking idiot about her younger brother smoking pot to almost everyone on campus and their immediate family.
And then started the rumors and the intervention talks and all that other shit he really didn't give a rats ass about. All those little promises to quit were broken and now- by a court order- he was on his way to some rehab facility in the middle of nowhere.
Of course they had completely tossed his stash and already it was starting to effect him- absentmindedly, he scratched at his arm, scowling out the window of the shitty van they'd decided to shove him in. He only paused from his "deep" thinking as he noticed drops of blood under his fingernails and scowled deeply again.
He was now beginning to regret- only the slightest- that he hadn't take the advice of his rehab failure friends and had atleast fucking tried to stop. Jesus christ, he was stupid.
A/N: Aaaaand yeah...that's it for le hook ya guys...thus this chapter's name of "Stupidity" cause well I'm sure all ya'll are screaming that at meh right now so...~ Whaddya guys think? Anyone interested? Lemme know if you could please, it's very appreciated~ ^^~
-Aizaki
