[Kenneth] Start a revolution

[jordan marcus ballard]

Angel sat down up against the wall like he had the night before, eating his apple quietly as he watched them.

Carefully, Jordan pushed himself up, nearly tripping over Kenneth, and then Rozzi's legs. He made his way towards Knox's bunk and sat down next to him carefully.

[kenneth ryleigh jefferson]

"Careful." Kenneth said quietly, watching him hesitantly. It worried him how wobbly he was today. He pulled himself up onto the sofa, letting Rozzi curl up at his side. He draped an arm over her, propping his feet up.

"What do you want? And don't say you don't care because I'll just put it all back up." Knox said, turning one of the bottles over slowly in his hand. He looked up at him, waiting for his answer.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan chewed on his lip guiltily, eyeing the bottle in Knox's hand. "I-.." He sighed, staring down at the ground as he draped his arms over his knees. He wanted so much, wanted to forget how pissed Knox had been and go back to sneaking his pills around. Gentle tears fell down his face. It was only day two and he didn't know what to do already, was stressed and confused.

[kenneth ryleigh jefferson]

Knox reached over, gently brushing away his tears. He looked through the bottles before he handed Jordan one. "There's only like, four pills in it. So you'd better make it last. Everything else is getting destroyed." He said, patting his head before he got up and walked back into the lounge. He sat down next to Angel, glancing over at Kenneth and his sister.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan swallowed, turning the bottle over and over in his hands distantly, jaw trembling. He finally looked down at it and opening it shakily. Four pills. What was the point in trying to distribute them..? What would one do for him anymore except make him want more? He wondered if they'd even let him have any sort of pill after this. Raising his head he looked at the others all cuddled up, so much happier...
Guilt and fresh tears filled his eyes, and he tilted his head back and choked down all four of them, tossing the bottle angrily at the wall and watching it bounce to the floor. The cap followed before he got up and stumbled towards his bunk, struggling to pull himself up. He stopped and picked the puppy up, setting her up top as he wiped at his face.

[kenneth ryleigh jefferson]

Kenneth heard the bottle hit the wall, and gently patted Rozzi's side. He got up, putting his mug on the table as he walked back into the bunks. "Baby?" He asked quietly, looking up into his bunk. He leaned against the ladder, chewing on his lip. He didn't know what was wrong, why he was so upset. But he couldn't let him be alone. "You want me to come sit with you?" He asked, almost terrified that Jordan would tell him no, to go away, that he didn't need him. He rubbed at an eye.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan climbed the ladder and pulled the curtains half closed, petting the puppy as he sat against the wall somewhat dizzily, wishing the things would kick in and let him feel just the slightest numb, if at all for a last day. It probably wasn't enough for that, probably just enough to settle the dizziness and nerves, fever. Tomorrow he would start over again with it all. And this time there would be no pills hidden away. This time he knew Knox would be watching. He rubbed at an eye, too many emotions now that they weren't drowned away by his addiction. Too many thoughts and things going on. Stress, depression. "If you want.." He whispered, easing up some at the soothing sound of Kenneth's voice.

[kenneth ryleigh jefferson]

"Of course I want.." He said quietly. He climbed up into the bunk with him, kneeling in front of him to lean over and kiss him softly. "I'm so sorry.. I know it's hard and you're miserable, but it's gonna get better, okay?" He slowly ran his hand through his hair, looking over at him. He gently cupped his cheek, leaning forward to kiss him again before he sat down beside him. "I'm here, okay? You don't have to do this alone.. You're never alone. I know how hard it is to do this by your self. And it's rough." He reached over, gently resting his hand on Jordan's knee.

[jordan marcus ballard]

Jordan swallowed, resting his head on Kenneth's shoulder as he listened to him talk. He closed his eyes, petting the puppy slowly before reaching out and taking Kenneth's hand tightly in his own.