I blame it on my A.D.D.

Did anybody know where Roman Hardy went off too?

Roman certainly hoped no one knew.

Of course, he didn't know what the hell he was doing here, in rehab.

He missed graduation. He didn't even know if he was officially out of school or not. Wasn't like he'd tried to kill himself.

But oh no, it was a long time coming, according to his parents. They'd kept track of his erratic behavior over the years. Slumming with those low lives, he let in at the country club. They knew more than they'd let on. And when he ended up with Caitlin at the casino. Married. That was just the tip of the iceberg, icing on the cake.

This was where he ended up. Such a clinically white palace where they all adored a certain cleanliness. The food even tasted white.

Both families were a wreck, he supposed. He hadn't meant to give either so much grief. But it was just a one night stand. Why was that so bad?

Naturally, Caitlin hadn't ended up here. She was at home with her parents. And he and Caitlin were still married. Even if it was probably a forged record. He couldn't say because he couldn't remember. Roman still didn't think it was a big deal. Why couldn't they just have a good laugh? And he could move on.

But where?

Evidently, some tough love was in order. He suspected. His dad went off on him, how he wasn't ready for the University. He needed to get a real job. For all he knew, he might not even have a home now. They'd driven him here, and he had 90 days to get his act together.

Just what he wanted to do this summer, spend it with a bunch of loons.

He sat in the group's big circle of chairs, in his saggy pale pajamas.

"Is there anything you want to talk about, Roman?" The young woman with the straight black hair asked. After all, she was the one in charge of the group.

"I-I-" He shrugged with a laughed. "I can't think of thing." He looked around then pressed his lips tight. "OK, there..there was this girl. I-I always wanted to get to know, but..but never made the time... like..like I should have." If only he could talk to Vada now, she was the only one who made sense.

Caitlin was careless and in her own little world. She was the one, after all, who had the pills. Not him. He winced hard. She should be the one in rehab. Not him.

Caitlin did not like the word annulment. In her mind, she was still married to Roman. They were to refer to her as Caitlin Hardy. Even being grounded, hadn't bothered her a bit.

"You're being an idiot." Jen reminded her she was a cheerleader. Head cheerleader, in fact. Was she really going to give all that up for Roman Hardy?

Caitlin laughed at her best friend. The only friend her parents trusted to visit.

"Nothings changed." She smiled, assuring her friend she'd be ready with ribbons and pompoms when school started.   "I'm still going to school." It didn't matter if Roman was in rehab this summer. She didn't even have to live with him. It was her fairy tale and she could do as she wished.

"But it has." Jen looked hurt. "I thought I was..I was your best friend."

"But you are my best friend." Caitlin didn't get it.

"Best friends don't hold back." Jen sounded as if this might be the last time they ever saw each other. "Friends tell each other, everything."

Caitlin wasn't sure what her bestie was talking about. She winced as if she didn't comprehend a word Jen said. And with that, Jen left Caitlin alone. If only, she'd thought to tell Jen, not to go.