Hey every one! I was so touched that some many people reviewed and alerted me I started crying! So thanks again! It's Friday so I'll update today and Saturday but Sunday i'm busy so yeah.. :( but (maybe) I'll squeeze in a quick chapter.

Any way : chap 2 of "Your love is my drug"


btw I don't own camp rock or kesha's song

Well the day I have dreaded for so long (OK so maybe a weekend) has come. Today I start my

volunteer work. Sigh. I look out the window, it's a bright sunny day. What? Is that supposed to make

me happy? I sigh and get dressed (skinny jeans and baby doll tee with bright yellow earrings) and make

my way down stairs. When I get down I see my dad reading the morning paper, he looks up and grunts

and looks down. My dad is not the type of person to saying ANYTHING about my look (to scared i'll

hit him if he says he hates it. Baby.). We eat in silence until I get a look at the clock, 8:40 am. I get up

and race for the door. I grab my keys and throw on some flats and run out the door and into my rusty

little car.

I drive my little Mazda as fast as I can until I reach a three story building. It's grey, no flowers,

no windows but a small window beside the door . If I didn't know any better I would say this is no

rehab but a jail. My car I swear blows up and dies in the parking lot. I walk to the door before

breathing

a bit. Man I swear this is worse than the first day of school! I open the door and look around. Just like

the outside it's got Grey walls with a old yellow beat up couch in the middle of it. I look down a hall

way. There's a door separating the "waiting room" from a sort of a rec room. There's people hanging

out in there but I see one person who stands out from the rest. He's got tan skin and dark brown almost

black hair hanging out in front of his eyes. And he's alone slumped in a chair.

"may I help you?" a rusty old woman says from behind a counter with a computer. Think Marge

Simpson but white old wrinkled skin.

My voice shakes a bit but I mange to squeak out "um yes i'm the new volunteer... um i'm mitchie" she

looks at me and types some thing into a computer then looks back up and picks something out of her

mouth with her finger. GROSS! Do I have to be stuck with these kind of people all day?!

"ah yes right this way" I follow her to a long hallway and through a door that says staff lockers. She

takes some keys and unlocks 6 locks. Do they really need that much security in this place, joint,

slammer, whatever. And motions me to go in.

she hands me a key and points to a locker that's open. I presume that's mine? Before I can say anything

she chimes in with a piece of info some one could have told me before:

"so for the next two weeks you'll be doing one on one sessions with a young man. He's nice but just got to caught up the the drug war that's all. Your job is to help him get over his addiction before gets sent off" why does no one tell me these things?! Then I realize some thing, did she sent off?

"what do you mean sent off?" I say feeling sorry for the poor guy.

"oh um... right I forgot something: don't worry about anybody else just worry about Shane," ah so that's his name. Shane. The name rings through my head a million times.

"Shane's allowed to go out 1 a week. He'll ask you if he's allowed to. But you'll have to go with him or get a police officer to go with him. If he gets involved with drugs again he's going to prison" and with that she skips out of the room. The positivity is ULTRA high in this joint! I close the locker and walk out. She hands me a clip board and points to a hall way full of rooms. Ah so this is like a prison! I start to slowly walk to the hallway (or my leg is just shaking to much I don't know either one will do) and she yells back to me " just look for Shane Grey". Then the door closes.

Ooh cliffy! Any way i'll put up another chapter tonight after dinner. I would like to ask some thing: could some one make a banner for this story? I'll pm you with the deats.

Keep review and reading for more!

~dustymew