Dream Team oneshots

high

TW - drugs, relapsing

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We all have addictions of our own. Unfortunately, it catches up to some people and beats them in the race of getting better.

Mine is certainly an addiction, don't get me wrong. But I don't like to think of it that way. I like to think of it more as... okay, it's an addiction.

Seth said that everyone struggles in their own way, they just choose to fix it in different ways.

Me? I do drugs.

So does everyone else here.

I sit in the back of the room, people watching. I love listening to everyone's stories and seeing how far they've come. Unlike some of them, I relapsed just before coming here.

As I sit in the back listening to Abitha tell her story of getting better, I stare at my nails and start to pick at them. A nervous habit that I have.

"... especially when people aren't paying attention." Abitha's voice gets louder, so I look up.

Everyone is staring at me as I stare back awkwardly. "Sorry."

"Would you like to share something?" Abitha asks me.

I shake my head no.

"I can share." Says a man's voice from behind me.

I turn around. A surprisingly cute guy sits behind me, green eyes, blonde hair. A slight stubble lays across his sharp jawline.

My eyes fall onto his lips. His bottom is cracked with dried blood coming out of the cut. As soon as I realize I'm staring, I turn back around.

"Wonderful." Seth beams. "Come on up here."

"No one wants to hear a new guy." Kat elbows my side. "Especially since it's going to be the same story."

"I'm not new." I hear the man's smile as he speaks, but then he walks right past us without saying or looking at us.

The man walks onto the stage, holding my eye contact as he stands on the stage. "Well since I thought people knew me, and clearly, they don't..." He winks at me, "I'll reintroduce myself." I continue to hold his eye contact as a gorgeous smile appears on his face. "I'm Clay."

"What keeps you here today, Clay?" Seth asks Clay our everyday question.

"I can't keep doing this to my mom anymore." Clay shoves his hands in the pockets of his jeans, his attention going back to Seth. "I never wanted to hurt her like how I did."

It's not his fault. Shit happens.

"That's wonderful that you're getting better for your mom, but have you thought about getting better for yourself?"

Clay only just chuckles. "I don't care enough to get better for myself. Having someone to get better for is like a reward. Seeing how they react to me reaching my milestones are my prizes."

"That's wonderful." Seth smiles. "Would anyone else like to share?"

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I pack up my things into my bag and throw them over my shoulder. As I go to walk out the door, I glance up just briefly and see Clay resting against the door. I look back down, but Clay steps in front of me, blocking my path.

"Hey." He says, nonchalant.

"Hi," I mumble under my breath, not daring to look up at him.

"I saw you looking at me while I was on stage." He says, following me out to my car.