Falling Down

Chapter 1

Disclaimer: I own Al. That's it. Oh…and this whole story is a product of my overactive imagination.

A/N: And here it is, the new Dean story! I hope you all enjoy it. Please, let me know what you think. I'd love some feedback. I promise, this one has a lot of drama and fun for everyone! :) Love you guys! XoXoXo

"Train wreck party girl Alessandra Kline has been released from her sixth rehab stint. We caught her leaving her apartment yesterday, looking better than she has in years," Harvey Levin spoke. "We, here at TMZ, hope that she has finally gotten clean and stays that way." The video on the television was of the celebrity troublemaker trying to ignore the zounds of paparazzi surrounding her, as she hastily made her way into the town car that was waiting outside of her elaborate New York City apartment building.

"This is total garbage. Why do you even watch this shit? Seriously?" Jonathon Good asked his friend Renee Paquette. She and Jon had become really close friends over the last few months and spent a good amount of time hanging out together. Their relationship never went past the limits of friendship, though Renee was hoping that things might progress with the two of them. She had a huge crush on him. Jon, though mostly oblivious, had no intentions of getting involved in any type of relationship any time soon. To him, this was a completely platonic friendship.

"What can I say? I love celebrity gossip," the beautiful blonde admitted.

"But what do you get from it? Like this chick…she's a spoiled, rich celebrity, who can't seem to stay out of rehab…or jail. She's a fucking mess. Why are you so fascinated by her? She's a complete train wreck. How anyone can find her attractive…I'll never understand," he dismissed the popular tabloid subject, shaking his head.

"But she's Alessandra Kline. She's a rock star's kid. Besides, her father had these problems for years. I've heard you listen to his band. You're not going off on what a piece of garbage he is," she shot back.

"But he, at least, does something. He's a rock star. And he's not front page on People or US Weekly being celebrated for getting clean…again," Jon pointed out. "Besides, she's gonna end up back in rehab anyway, so why even bother reporting it?"

"Yeah, but she's young and beautiful. And don't act like she's never done anything. She's a model. And she works in music, too. She did that song with Lana Del Rey. She just has problems. That's all. Doesn't make her a bad person."

"Yeah. Poor girl. What a rough life it must have been with a silver spoon in her mouth. These celebrities are ridiculous. They can have whatever they want and do whatever they way. But they choose to blow everything on drugs. That's fucked up. There are plenty of people who have less who make the best of it," he said, referring to himself.

"Some people have problems. Even the rich and famous do. They're still people, regardless of their celebrity status," Renee tried to reason with him.

"Oh give me a break. They're spoiled and pathetic," Jon dismissed her.

"That's a little harsh, don't you think? Like I said, the rich and famous have problems, too," she insisted. "Especially her. Her father has been in and out of rehab for years. He's been into drugs for practically her entire life. That has an impact on the kid."

Jon rolled his eyes. "I don't know about that."

"I just think you're being a little harsh. I mean, no one knows what she has seen in her life or what she's gone through."

"I think you're being too nice about it."

"I dunno. She's so beautiful, and she's right and famous, but she's been in rehab six times already. She has a problem. Not a lapse in judgment. An actual problem. She doesn't need to be criticized for that. She just needs help."

"You're very defensive of her," he spoke, a smirk on his lips.

Renee took a deep breath and calmed herself down a bit. She knew she was getting too riled up for something that really wasn't a big deal in their lives. "I'm sorry. I just…I dunno. There's something about her that I genuinely like…and feel sorry for."

She scooted over on the couch and rested her head on her friend's shoulder. Jon laughed and wrapped an arm around her shoulders, his hand patting her gently. After a moment, he pulled his arm away, and she turned to face him.

"So, what are we gonna do for dinner?" she asked.

"I dunno. Wanna go to the restaurant downstairs?" he suggested. "Hopefully it doesn't suck that much."

"Sure," she agreed.

The two friends got up from the couch and headed down to the hotel lobby, in order to get some dinner.

"I just can't do this, Phil. I feel like I'm gonna end up back in rehab already. These friggen people are everywhere. They don't let me have any peace and get reacquainted with my life. I can't handle it. I don't know what the fuck they expect from me," Alessandra spoke on the phone to her longtime friend Phil Brooks. She was upset and stressed out. She had only been out of rehab for a couple of days and was already feeling overwhelmed with her daily life.

"I can imagine. It sucks that you're constantly hounded by these douchebags," he sympathized with her.

"I just don't know what I'm supposed to do."

"Maybe you need a change of scenery," he suggested.

"Oh yeah?"

"I'd recommend coming to Chicago with me and AJ. But I know how you feel about interfering in couples' lives."

"I wouldn't stay with you. You know the rules."

"Of course. Because you always have to be difficult."

"Of course," she agreed with a laugh.

Phil thought for a moment. "What if I could get you on the road with one of the WWE guys?" he asked her.

"I dunno about that, Phi. That seems a bit much. Besides, I'd be interrupting someone's entire life."

"Yeah. But what if I could arrange a couple of months for you to travel around with one of the single, childless guys? You could hang out and be far away from all of the bullshit and douchebags. You can stay healthy and clean."

"Yeah, but I'd be with a stranger. That's weird."

"Like you're really that uncomfortable around strangers?" he quipped. She could practically hear the smirk in his voice.

"True," she agreed.

"Come on. Just think about it. If you need me to use my connections, I will. I just figure that that would be the safest place for you to be. There aren't any drugs. No craziness like you're used to. You'll be on the road. You'll have a much stricter schedule. It'll help you put your life back together," he explained.

"I'll consider it. But no promises."

"That's all I ask. How are you feeling, though? Physically?"

"Physically, I feel a lot better now. But mentally, I'm just…I dunno…a mess. I have so much going on. I feel like there's so much more pressure on me now…to stay clean…to stay out of jail. But at the same time, everyone wants in on my story…and my life. I feel like they're begging me to fail again, just so they can watch me continue to fuck my life up. I can never catch a break from all of this bullshit. I just need to not be here anymore. I feel like I'm a prisoner in my own apartment," she explained, trying to control her emotions, though it was hard for her to do, especially while talking to her close friend.

"That's rough. I know a little bit of that bullshit with the cameras and bitching on the internet. It blows."

"Yeah. I'm not trying to gain any sympathy. You know that. But everything is just overwhelming…at least right now. I haven't even been home for three days, and I'm already feeling like all of this is just too much for me."

"You need to get away, Al. I seriously hope that you consider my offer. I think it'd be really good for you to be on the road and have some time to just hang out and fix yourself. You'd be away from the drugs. You'd be far away from the 'yes men'. You'd be able to have a chance to get your head together."

"Yeah…I just…I dunno."

"Listen, I can't tell you what to do, Al. But you're my friend. And I love you very much. You know at this point in our relationship, we're practically family. You're like my little sister. I don't want anything to happen to you. I know your rules. And I'm not even gonna try to convince you to come here. But I have an opportunity that could really benefit you. I just really hope that you take me up on it."

Al sighed. "I mean…it's not like I have anything else going on that I need to stick around for. No one wants to give me a job because I'm a massive liability. I've got nothing but time," she thought aloud. "Alright."

"Wait. Really?" he asked, in disbelief that she was agreeing to his offer.

"Yeah. Why not? A few weeks or whatever won't kill me."

"Awesome."

"So, how are you gonna find someone to babysit me?" she playfully questioned.

Phil laughed. "I still have some of my connections. And I know some people that may not necessarily be friends…but will be willing to help me out."

"Oh yeah?"

"Yup. Plenty of connections. If Plan A doesn't work, I have a Plan B. If that doesn't work, I have a Plan C and a Plan D."

Al laughed. "Jeeze. In like five minutes, you already thought all of this out, huh?"

"Yeah. AJ had actually mentioned it the other night. She thinks you should go out on the road, too. You could go with her, but she's got some time off to get some shit ready for the wedding. But she thinks that it'd be the best place for you to be."

"Well, I do appreciate the effort you guys are putting in to helping me stay clean," she said, genuinely meaning it.

"It's because we love you. And we would prefer that you come to the wedding rather than overdosing and dying."

"I know. I'm with you on that."

"Alright. I'm gonna make some phone calls and put some things together. I'll talk to you soon. Okay?" he spoke, ready to come up with a plan to help his friend.

"Sounds good. Thanks, Phil. I hope you know that I really appreciate this."

"I know."

"Bye."

"Bye Al."

The celebrity train wreck ended the call and dropped her cell phone onto her couch. She stood up and walked over to the large window of her New York City loft apartment. Al could see the paparazzi scattered around the entrance of her building. She rolled her eyes. They made her anxious. Really anxious. She was tired of being followed around by these people, everywhere she went. Under normal circumstances, it wasn't such a big deal to her. But she was trying to get healthy. She needed some space and some time to be able to work on staying clean and creating a more normal, functional life for herself.

Alessandra Kline was the kind of party girl that could put Lindsay Lohan to shame. In fact, she had partied with her and a gaggle of other troubled celebrities…and not as troubled ones. Born to famous rocker Scott Weiland of Stone Temple Pilots fame, the twenty-seven year old brunette beauty had a tumultuous life, to say the least. Her father was almost more famous for his notorious drug problems than for being a musical talent. Her mother, Ruby Templeton, was a longtime groupie. Though their pairing was very short-lived, she had been shuttled back and forth between her parents for most of her early life.

The problem with this was that her father had been hooked on drugs during this time, and she had witnessed it for years and years. Her mother wasn't much more of a positive influence, as she continued her groupie ways and also got deeply into drugs. It didn't matter which parent she was with. Al had been surrounded by terrible influences for her entire life.

When Alessandra was fourteen, she came home from school one day, only to find her mother unconscious on her bedroom floor. She figured her mother had overdosed because she had witnessed it happen before. And she was right. It was the last time she would find her mother that way, as she had been pronounced dead nearly an hour later.

So, the young teenager went out on the road with her out of control father, which was a terrible idea for someone her age. By fifteen, she had started regularly using cocaine. Al's first rehab stint came at the age of seventeen. Every other year of her life, she ended up back in a treatment facility, trying to get back on track.

Alessandra didn't have much of a relationship with her father, at this point in her life. He has given her money for years to make up for not being a halfway decent parent. But with all of the problems that she had, Scott didn't want her to be around his new kids, which was completely hypocritical of him. And she was so completely put off by the decisions he had made and the way he treated her that she hadn't spoken to him in nearly seven years.

But she lived the high life…literally and figuratively. Al partied and partied her days away. She had lived it up. She wasn't a partier like Paris Hilton or Lindsay Lohan had been in their heydays. Al was more on the rock star level…like Motley Crue or Guns N Roses. She did it all to the extreme. In fact, Al had previously been engaged to famed bassist Nikki Sixx of Motley Crue. But, as with most things in her life, her drug addiction ruined that. All of her relationships ended, as a result of her constant drug use. She had lost her modelling contracts. In fact, she had lost nearly every job that she had because of her problems.

Alessandra was well aware that she had made countless mistakes in her life. But she was determined to maintain her health this time around and remain off of the drugs that had been such a major problem in her life for so long. Being twenty-seven years old, she had lost over a decade of her life because of her addictions. She was sick of living the kind of life that she had created for herself. It was time for her to clean up her act.

Standing at five-foot-six and weighing one-hundred and ten pounds…after gaining fourteen pounds in rehab, Alessandra had model good looks. She had always been loved by the camera. Body-wise, she had taken after her father, being naturally very slim. She had also taken after her mother in the curves department. Her body was always leading the gossip magazines' lists for best beach body. She had always looked great. The only unflattering pictures were of her stumbling out of clubs after her drug binges. And she could even make some of those look good.

Al knew that if she didn't stay clean this time, there was a high probability that she would die soon. Her body couldn't continue to handle many more years of abusing drugs. She wanted to do it this time. Al wanted nothing more than to get her life on track. If Robert Downey Jr. could get passed his problems and make a huge comeback, why couldn't she?

Although she was skeptical, Alessandra thought Phil's proposal might actually work for her. She would have some time away from the immediate problems to grow stronger and be able to handle the pressure on her. She would be nowhere near the negative influences in her life. And while the paparazzi would still be around, she doubted that it would be nearly as bad on the road.

Al knew that she was lucky to have Phil in her life. They had been friends for a few years. The two had shared some mutual friends and met at a Rancid show. They got along incredibly well. Over the years, they had stayed in touch, through everything. He always offered her moral support and remained in touch with her during the times she was hooked on drugs. Though he wasn't at all involved in the things that she did and didn't approve of it, Phil had never stopped being her friend. He was determined to do whatever he could to help her.

Alessandra knew that she was lucky to have him in her corner. She hoped that this plan of his would really help her stay clean. She wasn't ready to die any time soon. In fact, she was ready to start living her life, for the first time.