Just Make It All Go Away (Cleo)

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Adeen was even more of a wreck than the had been. The fact that she had broken up with Rhys finally sunk in. And even worse--Candace had stuck up for him, and was now moving in on what she left behind. The torment of it was tearing her heart out of her chest. Was causing line, after line, after line to be pulled into her nose, trying anything to make that stabbing, painful, breaking feeling in her chest to just go away.

She glanced sideways at her house phone. She hadn't been around in a few weeks now, and her one friend outside of Rhys probably didn't know she was back either. Adeen scrambled to her feet, and snatched the vintage-style phone off her table, rolling the numbers into place, and waited for it to ring, her hands shaking.

A girl's night out. That's what she needed. Sitting in her apartment, thinking about Rhys wasn't helping her at all. Down the Rabbit Hole was a good choice, she hadn't been there in a while. Not to mention her house was completely out of booze.

"Cleo! Cleo, it's Adeen!" She chirped when she felt the line click, picking up. She sniffled a little, and rubbed her nose, "I'm back in town, how're you?............................Actually, I kinda went through some shit with Rhys last week, and I could really use something to get my mind off it. I'm gonna head down to Rabbit Hole, want to meet me down there?" She asked, floating across her house to grab the cordless phone, switching phones, to talk to Cleo while she floated on her back into her bedroom, pulling on a short, one-sleeved dress, waiting for her friend's reply.

Tag: CLEO!!
Notes: sorry if I fabricated the phonecall a bit. D:
Outfit: Shit just got real.

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Cleo had homework to catch up on. She’d been doing a ton of swimming lately and also baking which meant cleaning because the dorm was messy enough without her leaving the counters covered in flour. She’d also been shopping a lot, buying pretty jewelry and yummy smelling lotions. She’d been doing anything she could do without having to do schoolwork, as it were. Now she had three papers to write, two ten-page packets to fill out, and five chapters to read. It was probably a good thing that her roomies were out so they couldn’t distract her. She’d been ready to turn on some music and turn off her phone when it rang. For a moment, she wasn’t sure whether or not she should answer. Except that it was Adeen.

“Adeen?” she said the moment she answered, her comment drowned out by Adeen’s own exclamations. “Oh, uh… I’m fine but what about you? Where have you been?” And Adeen answered quickly. Rhys? Oh, what had happened? At Adeen’s request to go out, Cleo bit her lip, staring at her desk. She was so ready to get everything done and they could just watch movies and eat ice cream but Adeen needed her right now and… “Okay, sure. I can do that.” Cleo closed the book with a definitive force, standing from her chair. The schoolwork could wait. She glanced down; she would need to change out of her comfy clothes, though. “I’ll see you in a few.” And with that, Cleo hung up, rushing to her closet to find something suitable. She may have hated, loathed, despised

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Once dressed in something more suitable, Cleo took a cab down to Down the Rabbit Hole, feeling a little better that she didn’t have to sneak in this time. Still, she waited just outside for Adeen, knowing she’d recognize the girl by her pink hair.

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Yes. Yes, thank jesus fucking christ for that amazing little ball of red-headed awesomeness. Adeen finished getting ready, and slipped out of her window. She had been doing a lot more flying lately. She was past the point of caring if anyone saw, however she stayed between buildings if she could help it.

Adeen touched down in the park, not too far away from the Club, and walked the rest of the way. Taller than most of the girls, and a couple of the guys--Adeen was able to spot the redhead quickly. Her own, usually vivid pink hair seemed a bit duller, and actually had black streaks through it. There wasn't an ounce of pink on her, save for her hair. Having chosen a skin tight black sequinned dress, and black velvet pumps.

She still had that sick look, though some makeup helped cover up how actually dark the circles under her eyes were. She seemed a bit on the thinner side, and seemed to sort of wobble a bit on her heels, as where she almost use to float in them. She tossed her thin arms around Cleo's shoulders tightly, hugging her. "Thank you, thank you, thank you! I'm sorry for dragging you out here, but I didn't have anyone to coerce into going with me. Remind me I owe you lunch at Gingey's----" Adeen seemed to be momentarily kicked in the gut.

She couldn't go to Gingey's anymore. Because even if Rhys wasn't in the bakery, he was in the building. And the whole bakery smelled like him. That sweet, spicey scent of gingerbread. Sweetness mixed with masculinity. "Nevermind." She said quietly, her expression dropping for just a moment, before picking back up.

Adeen grabbed Cleo's hands, and dragged her into the Club, dancing the second the music hit her ears, "So what's up with you and your love life, Cleo-Doll?" Adeen asked, her voice a little bit louder over the music. Cleo and Adeen may not have been the best-looking of pals--Cleo short, pretty, and a little less wild. Adeen tall, vivid, and currently--higher than a kite. But there was some sort of understanding, and closeness she had to Cleo. Carpet had wondered before if she were a reincarnate, but there had never been any clue to it, and Adeen easily brushed it off.

She paused, and glanced between the dance floor, and then the bar. "Hrm. I can't decide. What do you think, Dollface?"

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Cleo shifted a little, uncomfortable to say the least. This was not her favorite place to hang out, nor her type of people, or even this outfit. If she weren’t such a pushover, she could’ve suggested staying in with take-out and some action movies because you couldn’t watch sad romantic movies when you needed to get out. It took more looking than usual for Cleo to spot Adeen. The girl was just as tall as usual but instead of being decked out in pink like usual, she was wearing a dark dress. Adeen didn’t look well; in fact, she looked too sick to be out partying. Cleo smiled and hugged back, tightly, letting Adeen know she was here for her. Sometimes, a hug said a lot. “You’re welcome; what kind of friend would I be otherwise?” Not a very good one, that was for sure. Lunch at Gingey’s sounded like a good deal but… Cleo looked up at Adeen, watching her expression fall. Yes, if something had happened with Rhys, the last place she’d want to go was to Gingey’s.

Adeen pulled her into the club and Cleo smiled at her, unable but to feel a little better the moment the music hit her ears. Something about a pounding beat just got to her and while any other night she would’ve left immediately, she was at least here with somebody she knew. She was here with Adeen who could probably protect her better than some of the guys she knew. The very thought made her laugh and she twisted about on the dance floor with Adeen, making sure to keep close. She barely heard Adeen’s question but once she’d realized what she asked, Cleo couldn’t help but to blush, which hardly ever happened. “What love life?” she replied loudly, only a little embarrassed that she was too frightened by commitment to really have a love life. Besides, it wasn’t like Ja—he liked her that way anyhow. She shook her head, “no big deal, though.” Cleo hadn’t realized Adeen’s brief stop in dancing until she’d asked for an opinion.

Cleo followed the pink-haired girl’s gaze. “Drinks!” she shouted, taking hold of Adeen’s hand and leading the way to the bar.

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Adeen chuckled slightly from Cleo's response, moving with her friend, never afraid of looking like she didn't belong. Her heart was pounding in her chest, almost painfully. Which she passed up to dancing, when she hadn't had much excersizing lately. Why walk around the house when you can fly? Her ears seemed to ring with the music, and she just gave her head a slight shake, while she followed Cleo.

"You mean there's not at least onnneee guy your cute little self likes?" Adeen asked, leaning against the bar, grinning widely at Cleo. She blinked rapidly a few times, placing her hand on her hip, and rocking foward against the bar for a moment. That stomach cramp was new. And kinda hurt a lot.

"Screwdriver," Adeen said to the bartender, looking at Cleo with furrowed brows, "What about you, Dollface?" Adeen asked, her voice sounding a bit strained. The tall woman turned her attention away, staring at the bar. Her chest started to rise and fall quickly. Something didn't feel right. It felt like her stomach was being ripped apart, and her chest ached, and felt sore--as though she had been lifting something heavy.

"S-sorry..I just think I need a drink. Haven't eaten today, ya know?" She reassured, her fingers wrapping around the cool glass the bartender placed in her hand. Adeen stared at the drink for a moment, willing her fingers to stop trembling enough for her to bring the drink to her lips. She stared at the orange drink in her hand, and suddenly felt sick.

She shouldn't be doing this. Drinking. Not with what was inside of her. Adeen crouched, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar. A tremble starting in her arms now. The bartender glanced at her again, then at Cleo.

"Cleo," Adeen said, lifting her head up. Luckily it was slightly quieter near the bar. One hand pressing over her stomach that had stopped causing her pain for a moment, "Cleo, I'm scared." Adeen gasped, world spinning with the intake of air, her brown eyes glassy. She lowered her other hand, and pushed her wrist against her eyes, trying to stop the tears from coming out again.

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Cleo was a bit too tiny to be shoving through a crowd of people, especially when they were dancing wildly. She was knocked about, nearly tripping over her own feet. Finally, though, she made it to the bar, Adeen still in tow. She laughed, collapsing into a bar stool, spinning around once or twice. “Well…” she started, feeling a little gutsy. “There is… I guess. I mean, he’s my best friend—” She paused and looked to the bartender. She wasn’t one for alcohol but she was twenty-one now and maybe she could just have something tasty that she’d… oh! “An appletini?” She asked, feeling only a little embarrassed to be ordering something so girly. So what, though? She was a girl, after all, and it had tasted so yummy the one time she’d been to Sahara.

Cleo looked back to Adeen now, trying to find where she’d left off, only to notice that Adeen seemed rather unwell. Cleo watched her curiously, wishing all the more that she’d insisted on take-out and movies. Adeen had looked sick outside so why hadn’t Cleo said anything? “Adeen, are you alright?” Cleo asked, leaning closer so she wouldn’t have to raise her voice even though the bar was relatively quiet. While hunger sometimes made Cleo feel sick, this seemed a bit extreme and she was pretty sure drinking wouldn’t help. “Could we get some food?” Cleo asked the bartender, not caring for specifics now. Watching Adeen was making her all the more worried; she was shaking too much to even hold her drink. Cleo took the glass and set it aside, leaning closer to her friend. “Adeen—”

With the eye contact, Cleo knew something had to be wrong. They’d only been dancing a few minutes. “Adeen, did you take anything before coming here?” It was hardly a whisper because, though Cleo didn’t know exactly what could happen, she was sure Adeen would get in trouble for taking drugs, if that’s what was going on. “Sweetie, come on, I think we need to get you to a hospital…”

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When Cleo looked at her with those eyes of hers, and the tone in her voice. Adeen's face crumbled, and she slumped foward. "I'm p-pregnant, Cleo." Adeen sputtered out in a choked sob, "And it hurts really bad...like really bad. And my chest, it won't stop hurting either." Adeen leaned against the bar, resting her forehead against the cool, polished wood of the side of it, her eyeliner and mascara staining her pale face.

"I wanted to tell Rhys, but I was so scared. And then I found out he kissed his fucking assistant, and then some random guy. And then he had b-been stalking m-me Cl-cleo," Adeen hiccupped, full on sobbing right now, ignoring everyone that was starting to stare, "H-he looked up all my-my files, he s-saw every-th-thing." Adeen gasped. At that moment, she wasn't even sure if Cleo knew at all.

"And h-he didn't even tell me. And I humiliated him infront of e-everyone, and--and I left him. And I can't...I can't stop thinking about him. I haven't sl-slept, I haven't stopped drinking. I used up my entire stash before calling you and, and I didn't know...I never took classes or anything." Adeen gasped again, her chest rising and falling quickly, like she were hypervenilating. "It hurts, Cleo." Adeen clutched the front of her dress, which felt like it was rubbing her skin raw.

Adeen had toppled off her haunches, and was sitting on the floor, angled on her hip, one hand pressed against the floor to hold herself up. And that arm was shaking violently, as the rest of her started to. A few people had stopped what they were doing, staring at the bizzare scene. And everyone in the area seemed to freeze, the sound beind sucked out of the air while Adeen collapsed.

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[CLEO EVERETT]

Out of the corner of her eye, she could see the bartender setting a basket down on the bar counter of some kind of chips but she ignored it, her hands having now taken hold of Adeen’s upper arms. She held on gently, trying to maintain eye contact but then Adeen fell forward and Cleo let go, glancing once around them before leaning down so she could hear Adeen. “Pregnant?” she repeated, knowing at least to keep her voice low instead of on TV where the others just positively shrieked the word. “May-maybe it’s just a symptom…” she stuttered, hoping for what she knew wasn’t true. Cleo shook her head a little, wanting Adeen to stop talking so she could just breathe. “Whatever, if he’s going to do that, he doesn’t deserve you.” Even as she said this, she was reaching for her phone. The bar could call the ambulance and she would get a hold of Rhys because he—

“How much was in the stash, Adeen? You’re pregnant, you… you can’t be--!” She shook her head quite fiercely, looking up to the bartender. There was a determined look in her eyes now because she needed to focus and not panic. “Call 911.” She said just as Adeen fell from her seat. Cleo dropped to the floor beside her, having to blink back tears of her own, trying to prop Adeen up against something, anything. Before she could comprehend what was happening, her phone was already at her ear, ringing and from above, she could hear the bartender shouting into the phone. “Adeen. Adeen, hun, stay with me, okay? Don’t… uhm, just try to stay conscious, alright?” Because what if she were to pass out and then ne—No, she couldn’t think of that. “You can’t be doing all of this when there’s a baby in you, you know?” Cleo felt as if she were rambling now but if it could help—Why wasn’t Rhys answering his phone?!

"Ambulance on the way!"

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Adeen's eyes fluttered for a moment, just after she fell, glancing up at Cleo. Her pupils wide in her brown eyes. There was a slight smile on her lips, like there was some private joke she wasn't sharing with Cleo, before she slipped out of conciousness.

"Someone, do CPR on her! Try and get her up!" Someone shouted. Another person rushing foward and nudging Cleo out of the way, pounding on Adeen's chest, and breathing into her cracked lips until the ambulance got there.
The music cut off in the club, and the silence was more deafening than the music. The intibated her, pushing the tube down her trechea, and used a balloon pump to force air into the girl's lungs, to keep her heart beating. They shot adrenniline into her vein, trying to start up her heart again, before lifting her onto the stretcher. One of the paramedics hung back, looking at Cleo.

"You're her friend right? I think you should come with us to give us some information. Plus...if she comes around, she'll need a friendly face." The paramedic gently put his hand on Cleo's lower back, and guided her out of the building quickly, and into the ambulance while sirens blared, and they took off to the hospital.


Notes: More-or-less complete. Rhys can post here, and there can be a phonecall thing with Cleo and Rhys, or in IC chat, or something.

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