addy ** lead me into the light

[ronnie susan michealson]

OUTFIT

Ronnie didn't like Richmond all that much, and really couldn't see why her sister wanted to go to college down here anyway. New York was such a better place, better parties, and for Addy--better art, not like Ronnie gave a shit about art. She crossed her arms over her chest and sighed.

At least she could walk around without an ankle bracelet. after rehab she decided she had to be sneakier. The only trouble was, which rich kid around here had the crack? Who sold the best cigarettes? Who threw the best parties? Ronnie planned to find out. But for right now, she was just getting out of the house. She was glad she'd managed to get out of school for the year, her school in NYC didn't want her back and her mother wouldn't pay to school her down here. She was 16 though, so she figured maybe she'd just drop out. You could at 16. With her luck though, she'd go back soon enough. they wanted to make sure she had no free time.

Ronnie walked past some kids on a soccer field and wondered where in town she was, and then she realized, it didn't really matter.

[lena]

Addison had had a terrible dream. She was locked in a very very small room with nothing but white walls. In that room were a collection of beautifully colored pens and paints, but when she tried to paint the walls, the color didn't show and the walls remained white. Addison spent her entire dream trying to paint the walls, sobbing because nothing would show. Addy woke up crying in a cold sweat. She needed to get out, now.

So Addy laced up some old oxfords she had found in a thrift shop in the city and slipped into a slightly slinky floral dress that you could see her black lacy bra peek out of, all in good taste. She left her tiny studio/dorm/apartment and just walked. She didn't stop for coffee or a croissant or anything. She just walked, trying to let the memory of the disturbing dream flow out of her sore feet. She noticed a familiar mane of unruly hair in front of her and stopped dead in her tracks. "Ron?" she said calling her little sisters name wondering why she would ever be in Richmond, fucking Virginia.

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[ronnie susan michealson]

Ron? No one knew her around here, and since that wasn't her Aunt's voice.... She turned around. Of course, Addison. She would have made a joke about Addison's disease but she didn't have one stored up. "Addy," She said, clasping her hands together and grinning. But Addison would see it was fake enthusiasm.

"Glad to see me?" She said with a little smile, which turned into a little scowl. "This is a terrible part of the country, why in the world did you decided to go to school here?" She asked with her eyebrows raised a little. Ronnie didn't like being here by choice, and Addy had picked this town.

[lena]

Addy was still in shock. She loved her little sister, regardless of all the bullying Ronnie did to her, she would support her through anything, but to be here, in Richmond was a little much. They needed their space after what happened last summer. "More shocked then glad." she retorted walking closer to her sister.

The dream came back into her head, was Ronnie her black paint set? Or her canvas? Was she her light or her dark? "Well the south happens to host some of the best art schools in the country, Richmond including." she said kicking the ground and scuffing her already old shoes. "So, why are are you here?" she said cutting to the chase. There was no messing around with Ronnie.

[ronnie susan michealson]

"What about FIT? Or RISD?" She said with her arms thrown up lightly. Who left the center of the world to study art. Addy should have gone to Paris. There was a place for tortured artists. But Richmond? Ronnie didn't buy it, but she let that go.

"Mom didn't tell you? She got fed up with me and shipped me to rehab. I just got out and am living with Aunt Julie and her foster kids. Mom says the city is too dangerous to me." She rolled her eyes lightly. The city was the best thing in her life. It probably made coke easier to come by, but underage drinking was definitely easier in the country. Needless to say, abortion and rehab hadn't cured her of much. She was a little smarter, but not much. Denial played a large role in that, but Ronnie couldn't admit she'd been wrong, didn't know how to be any different.

Besides, she had way too much fun.

[lena]

Addison quickly retorted, "I needed inspiration out of the city for awhile, Paris will be there when I need it." she said speaking like the true artist she was. Ronnie knew that Addy had been dreaming of Paris since she was little. She belonged there really. Addy already knew French, and lived like a French woman, so why not just move there. Addy wasn't done with the U.S yet. She had to conquer some of her fears here before running away to France.

"Rehab?! Ron, what the hell?" she said utterly shocked. Addy knew that Ronnie had has issues with pot and coke but wasn't aware that it was rehab worthy. "Mom kicked you out?! Why hasn't she told me this!" said Addy extremely offended. Addison was super close with her mom and was wondering why she hadn't mentioned Ronnie's troubles in their weekly phone calls.

[ronnie susan michealson]

"She's probably ashamed of me, like she's always been ashamed of me," Ronnie said, hoping it stung. Addy always got all the glory, all the attention... "Doesn't want to admit she has a druggie whore for a daughter. She keeps telling me I got it from dad, but I'm not sure." Ron shrugged a little.

"She blew it all out of proportion. So I did a few lines and had some shots, so sue me?" Ronnie scoffed. "I'm just mad she found out." She rolled her eyes lightly. Ronnie would do better next time. he mom wouldn't have a clue. Better that way. She really wanted some more drugs, but now didn't seem the time to ask Addy if she knew who could hook her up.

All she had was cigarettes, but they'd have to tide her over for now. She reached into her bag and lit up, making sure the smoke didn't blow in Addy's face. She didn't like her sister, but they were sisters.

[lena]

Addison shook her head, "Mom loves you, you know that." she said fishing in her own bag for her pack of Pal Mals. Addison stuck one in her mouth, lit up and quickly exhaled a breath of smoke. Addy never had a problem with weed, or smoking, or even drinking. If she did she'd be a hypocrite, but the pills, the powders, the herion. She never understood that. "Yo're not a druggie whore Ron, you can be so much more." she said sitting down on a bench and motioning for her estranged sister to sit with her.

Addison exhaled and blew smoke in the opposite direction of Ron. "Are you going to school here? Or still playing soccer?" she said wondering how her cheerleading, soccer and volleyball playing sister turned into such a mess. It was the cheerleading girls, they always drank and did ecstasy to get the attention of the football guys, then sleep with the whole team almost as a tradition. Ronnie had done this before she was even captain. No wonder she was the popular girl at school and Addy was the artsy freak.

[ronnie susan michealson]

"Maybe. I haven't been to school yet. Aunt Julie's trying to get them to let me in late." Ronnie hated the idea of starting over. No soccer team, no cheer captain. "So no, I haven't been doing anything. I've been in camp 'let's fix you' all summer." She said sitting beside Addy, taking a long drag.

She shook her head, her hair bouncing around her. "I could so use a party right now. Julie doesn't buy alcohol because of all her kids." Stupid foster kids with their drug addicted parents... That's why Ronnie had the abortion, her kid would have been one of those. Not to mention she would have been a terrible mother for sure.

"So it's been just cigs since I got out," Ronnie said. "I could really use something stronger." A little vodka, a blunt, some cheerleader E, her favorite--coke..... she'd even do heroin right now, even though it wasn't all it was cracked up to be and she didn't like it much. Ronnie hated not being on something.

"Yeah yeah, that you can do better crap. What am I gonna do? Face it, after high school, I have no skills. I'm not gonna be a professional cheerleader or soccer player. So might as well go out with a bang while I'm still young." Ronnie wasn't suicidal, she just didn't care. Boys, parties, live in the moment. Who cared about the rest?

[lena]

Addison shook her head in agreement. Alcohol was the one vice Addy understood. Addison was very very good at hiding her alcoholism. She drank every day, until the point of being intoxicated. She drank to sleep, to write, to party, to paint. She basically lived with alcohol permanently infecting her blood stream. It was a well known fact that Addy carried around a flask of top shelf Russian vodka with her at all times. But she wasn't about to give any to her sister who was just out of rehab. There she went again, being a hypocrite.

"Parties here suck." said Addy taking out a long drag. This was true, the one college party she went to was just a bunch of drunk co-eds surrounding a keg until some girl started giving blow jobs to ugly frat guys. Pathetic. "but you really can Ron, you've got spunk and attitude, you just don't know what to put it into." she said taking another drag. "I'm not going to be a professional anything either ya know? Tortured artist isn't really a well paying job with security." said Addy reassuring her sister.

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[ronnie susan michealson]

"Right, until you turn into Van Gogh or what have you," Not like he did very well for himself in his own lifetime. That was him right? Ronnie just remembered he cut off his own ear. Artists did well if they sold, and Ronnie knew for a fact that mom and all the relatives would gobble her stuff up first, and then all their rich friends would jump on the trend. Addy had nothing to worry about and she knew it.

"We should throw a party, NYC style," Ronnie said taking a drag. No parties? She'd give anything for crappy music cheap beer and some weed. She didn't need vodka and crack and hot guys yet. Though, she'd be up to her old standard pretty soon. "Spice this town up a bit."

[lena]

Believe it or not Addy liked the idea of that. "That actually sounds kind of fun." she said smiling. She just imagined the old parties she'd go to in some hole in the wall apartment in Brooklyn, where everyone was passing around bottles of hard liquor, dressed head to toe in stunning black and smoking cigarettes like they were going out of style.

"I'm living in a tiny studio, we could throw it there." she said smiling at the idea of finally throwing a worthwhile party as opposed to the shitty ones here. She felt like Ronnie could handle herself, I mean she'd been to rehab right? She must've learned something.

[ronnie susan michealson]

"Let's do it," Ronnie agreed with a nod, puffing out a breath of smoke as punctuation. Booze would be a good start, some kids around here probably had weed... and maybe they'd help her find her drug of choice, cocaine. But really, a little alcohol might have been all she needed. But Ronnie needed something, anything. Sure rehab had lessened her cravings and withdrawal had passed, but she still wanted them. It just felt right, felt like her, she was too young to really understand what rehab was telling her. If you try to fix someone they don't learn as much as if they want to be fixed. Ronnie knew that much.

"Invite everyone you know, we'll show this town how its done," Ronnie said taking a drag. Maybe she'd finally get to get laid again, she was beginning to feel sexual frustrated.