"I was afraid to admit that I even had a problem. After my first week here I almost snuck out in the middle of the night. I had a bag packed and everything, but then my boyfriend called. Well, my ex-boyfriend, I guess. He told me how proud of me he was and that he loved me. It reminded me that I still had hopes for our future, you know? I want us to be together, but I realized it would never work if all I did was drink every night at a frat house until I blacked out in some strange guy's bed."
The young blonde glanced down at her lap with an expression of regret, pushing a tendril of straight hair behind her ear. Dark bags hung beneath her eyes on what was an otherwise beautiful face, an indication of the struggles she had recently faced. A small circle of people seated on folding chairs around her remained quiet, letting her gather herself.
"His name is Brian. He used to be like, this gigantic geek in high school that I never paid any attention to. God, I was such a shallow bitch back then. But now he's like this totally-together guy. He's an artist on the best-selling comic book of all time, or something. It's called
Captain Darkness
." She breathed out a laugh, "Sounds completely lame, right? But I guess Robert Pattinson is going to play Captain Darkness on some HBO movie, or whatever. Anyway, Brian's pretty much the high-school-geek-turned-millionaire success story, like something straight out of an 80's movie. We've got history, Brian and me. I don't really want to get into it here, but he's the one, you know? If I had any sense I'd be walking down the aisle with a rich guy who's totally devoted to me, but instead I've been in here for the last three weeks trying to figure out how to go another day without a drink."
She took a deep breath, "My name is Stacy Sullivan and... I'm an alcoholic."
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Contemplating her choice as though the fate of world peace hinged on her decision, Miley finally decided to seek the council of her advisor. She turned around holding up two little shirts, "Hey, Olivia? What do you think looks cuter, rose or pink?"
Olivia White, Miley's mother-in-law, was browsing through a selection of baby shoes. She glanced Miley's way and quickly decided, "Rose."
The two women were at the mall shopping for baby clothes in preparation for the pending birth of Charlie and Miley's daughter, the same mall near where Charlie and Miley grew up and where Charlie once worked at a comic book store called 'The House of Spandex'. Olivia was dressed casually in a pair of jeans and a buttoned blouse; she was a woman of simple tastes who didn't wear a lot of make-up or overly style her hair. This presented a stark contrast to Miley who was wearing a yellow maternity dress that hung over her petite frame by thin straps, bare at the arms, shoulders, and bust. Her pregnant stomach and plump hips caused the dress to tent around her waist; her still-skinny bare legs poked out from beneath, clad in strappy heels. Miley had styled her hair in a cascade of gorgeous dark waves that tumbled past her shoulders and glistened under any light.
Olivia looked like the common suburban housewife that she was; Miley looked like a model from the cover of a magazine promoting fashion for young pregnant women.
"You look beautiful today, by the way," Olivia commented, "Are you and Charlie going out tonight?"
Miley shook her head, taking Olivia's advice and placing the rose-colored shirt in her shopping basket, "No, I just woke up this morning and realized I was sick of sweatpants and hair scrunchies. Since we were coming to the mall I wanted to look pretty instead of fat and gross."
Olivia's eyes rolled at her daughter-in-law's description of herself, "Miley, you're not fat or gross - you're eight months pregnant. What do you think of these shoes?"
Miley approached, "Oh, those are adorable! They look like little Nike sneakers."
"What does Charlie think?" Olivia asked.
"About baby shoes?" Miley offered a funny expression.
"No," Olivia chuckled, "About how you look at eight months pregnant."
"Oh," Miley grinned, "He can't keep his hands off me. He's always rubbing my tummy and squeezing my butt, telling me how sexy I am... I swear your son totally has a pregnancy fetish."
Olivia smiled at her overly-descriptive daughter-in-law. She had known Miley long enough to understand that was simply Miley's way and had learned to temper any shock, "Charlie's father was the same way."
Miley put the shoes into her basket, "Thanks for coming with me today, Olivia. I hadn't bought any clothes for the baby and was feeling completely unprepared. It really means a lot to me. When I was growing up and I'd fantasize about becoming a mom, I always imagined my own mother being there to help show me what to do."
"You and Victoria still aren't talking?"
Miley shook her head and looked over some onesies, holding one up for a closer regard.
Olivia tried not to show any pity as she knew Miley neither wanted nor needed it, but Olivia felt bad that Miley had gone through so much during the prior two years without the support of her mother. Knowing she was without a maternal influence, Olivia had taken it upon herself to be there whenever Miley needed her.
"Do you miss her?" Olivia asked delicately.
Miley glanced towards Olivia, "Who, my mother? Not at all."
Olivia liked to always offer a bright side, "At least you have your father?"
Miley laughed, "He's more of a man-child than a parent. I mean, I guess I'm the mother now, you know? I have to look out for my boys. Dad would forget to eat if I didn't remind him, Brian seems to need someone to set him straight every few weeks or so, and Charlie... well, I guess Charlie has you to be his mother."
Olivia scoffed amusedly, "Charlie hasn't needed me since marrying you. You're his wife now, and in case you haven't noticed a wife needs to be as much of a mother to her husband as anything else."
Miley grinned, "Charlie's pretty good about taking care of himself."
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"Where the hell are my pants?" Charlie wondered aloud, helplessly looking under his bed.
Brian was seated at a desk and browsing the internet on Charlie's laptop, "Go look in the laundry; Miley said something about washing your favorite jeans right before she left to go shopping with your mom."
"She did?"
Brian nodded absently, "Sometimes you are completely useless without Miley around."
"I'll just grab another pair," Charlie decided, "The laundry room is too far away."
Brian grinned at Charlie's sloth, "Yeah, it's such a drag that you have to live in this huge mansion."
Charlie found a pair of jeans in the closet and pulled them over his legs, "It seems even bigger now that Haley has moved out."
"So it's really over between her and Jack?"
"Yeah, I guess so."
"I can't say I'm sorry," Brian shrugged, "It was really weird to see her married to Miley's dad given that I slept with her. I mean, it was like having slept with your best friend's mom."
"How would you know?" Charlie teased, "You haven't slept with my mom, have you?"
Brian laughed, "Dude, don't even go there. I haven't slept with
that
many women."
"Well, let's see," Charlie counted with his fingers on an upraised hand, "There's Haley, Sam, Stacy, Cassie..."
"That's only four girls!" Brian defended himself. "Not all of us lost our virginity to our high school sweetheart and married her, you know. Four seems like an average number, to me, for a twenty year old guy; maybe even a little light."
"You get extra points for Haley."
"Yeah," Brian grinned fondly, "That chick is so hot. How's Miley handling the split?"
"Surprisingly well, actually." Charlie sat on the edge of his unmade bed, "Given the fact that Jack has been seeing Victoria."