Moonlight High: Generation Z

Ep 2.03 "#IRL"

It was like the first day of school the way he was acting. Lesley was already in a frenzy with all of the heartbeat monitors, and muffled screaming she heard bouncing about in the "seclusive" living arrangements. It gave her chills up her neck, and it made her hold her diary she hasn't written in since she was 8, incredibly close to her chest. She didn't bare the mind of a child, at least, that's not what she was hers for. But she couldn't help but swallow over a pothole in her throat, ever so often glancing at the shelled people in the corners, bandages binding around the loose skin on their wrists. Her father cussed underneath his breath, he was allowed by the receptionist to follow her all the way to the room she'd be staying in. It wasn't because he was too strict of a father, it's because his tedious anxiety would kill him in his sleep thinking of what would happen to his poor little girl every moment, of every second. Sometimes, she thinks he should be in here instead of her. "What?? Why is arts and crafts one of the activities here? With someone cus themselves with scissors? Baby I don't know about this, can't you just stay in the house, and be let out once a week?" Dad nibbled on his nails, Lesley shrugged. "How much do you eat a day? When are you allowed out of your rooms? Oh, Lesley, are you sure you want this?" She wasn't looking forward to the ghost stories about people who died from electro therapy, or the fact that she'd have to be told she's mentally unstable 24/7, but the only thing she did look flared to was spending three months of being babied while conquering the world with her new friend, Lillian MorganHill. "Dad, I don't know. Maybe you should've thought of this before you signed the papers maybe?" Lesley sassed him, the room in clear view.

But before she can tip toe at least a little into the confide room, he probed the girl's shoulder backway, and reveal his sprouting looks of worry. Somber, he spoke softly to her, rubbing her shoulders gently enough. "I just...want to make sure you're okay. Okay?" She could see the water pellets in his eyes, and prompted a smile to make him feel a little more warm in his heart. "I know dad." "I mean, with all the recent things that has happened lately. I'd never sign a paper to send my daughter off for three months to be treated by random strangers that don't even know her favorite color." "It's yellow," she chuckled. "Exactly..." he took her hand, a tear flying away. "This is just so that we can be better. Get better. We're a team." "A fucking good one." "Hey, young lady, watch your mouth." "Okay okay~" He Head hoisted towards he room. She could see Lillian, unpacking.

But her dad, was still being her dad. He took his fat finger, and placed it over her pale cheek. "Your mother would be so proud of you..." Lesley would be lying if she said she didn't feel an ounce of sadness, and even more heartache. Leaving her dad with a comforting hug, and a kiss on the cheek, she twirled into the room. "Lillium! What's-" Lesley throttled forward, being vigorously thrashed into by a muscular shoulder. She tried to garner her balance, but ended up flipping onto the third bed, closest to the window.

It was a boy, beats headphones bridged over his head. He must've been blasting music into his eardrums, but Lesley was more confused than upset. "Watch out dipshit!" She cursed, thinking he wouldn't hear. Responsive though, he shoved his cargo bag onto the second bed, making the bed sink against the floor. Then, he removed one ear of the headphones, rolling beside the bag, and staring up at the oak tree colored ceiling. "No Music was playing." He eyed the two girls, "And how do you dip shit?" "Don't be a smart ass," Lesley snorted, "Who the hell even are you?" "Liam," "Liam the fuck who? Payne?" Lesley pressed. "Liam your new roommate. Now can you please shut the fuck up, I'm trying to stare at the walls in peace." Lesley sneered, this was not how she imagined meeting Lillian one on one for the first time. She wanted it to be a magical experience, but it was boring, like everything else. Even though Lillian had her own bed, Lesley patted the spot beside her, wanting the quiet girl to be as close to her as possible. It's not like Lillian wouldn't be in her bed every night anyway. "Why did they put you in a girl's room?" Lesley questions. Liam scratches at his thighs, responding diligently, "How the fuck should I know? Does it look like I'm in charge?" Lesley rolled her eyes, "Rude much?" Liam smiled up at her and Lillian, "I'm not rude. I'm handsome." "Nice to meet you Liam Handsome." Lesley fooled around. This better not be flirting though. She'd end him on the spot.