[ next generation ; maple & shades & losers ] -- [ mature ]

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew had been swaying her hips lightly to the music, only one drink in, and barley feeling it, when she noticed David from across the room, waving at her. Her eyes narrowed at the gesture, still not completely fond of him (that was an understatement), and wondering why the hell he was acting so strange. Giving Ariel a mumbled 'I'll be right back', she maneuvered through the crowd to get to the blond boy, an uneasy feeling spreading throughout her. She could get drunk and handle it. But David, David would be in big trouble. 

    "David?" now in front of his form, she let her gaze flicker over him. She noted the drink in his hand and the smell on his breath, then even grasped his arm to steady him as he stumbled slightly. Her strong grip led him over to a couch, sitting him down on it so he didn't fall. "Are you serious drunk right now?" she asked, because this was kind of fucking ironic. Pretty Boy, party virgin, telling Drew she was a bad person for doing shit like this, was in fact drunker then she was. Man, fuck life. 

    Before he could respond, Drew's gaze had already landed on a set of stairs leading up to the next floor where there had to be bathrooms. She assumed David was going to need one. Setting down her own drink, her tiny frame somehow wrapped itself self around his, slinging his arm over her shoulder, wrapping her fingers around his waist, and guiding him off the couch towards the stairs as best she could. "Come on," she tried leading him not matter how many odd stares she got or how many times he stumbled; she wasn't going to be blamed for letting Pretty Boy get fucked up.

    It was the first time she'd touched him since they'd reconnected; it made fire along her skin. His shirt was damp with sweat, like he own, but a bit more pronoun, though she didn't mind honestly. Faintly, she could smell the scent of him; that of {insert smell of David here} which tickled her nostrils. It was a nice smell, one she thought she'd maybe memorize and think about...

    Whoa there, Drew. One drink in you, not enough to day dream about you and your enemies being a thing. Get back to work. 

    She continued to guide him up towards a bathroom, one unoccupied; they passes couples making out and doing other nasty things, but it didn't faze Drew all that much. When she got him into the wash room, she closed the door behind them, flicked on the light, locked the doorknob, and sat him on the edge of the bathtub with the toilet in leaning-over range. Her eyes flickered over him, checking to make sure he didn't fall back into the toilet before she could get to him. Drew dampened a cloth in the sink, still watching him, and wrung the excess water from it. "You're a mess, Pretty Boy," she said quietly, moving to place the wet rag on the back of his neck, her fingers brushing the tips of his curly locks, making her stiffen slightly. All this damn touching had her mind whirling like a yo-yo. God, she should've drank more. 

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David Mabley ; ;

David was talking as he was led up the stairs by Drew, “Robotics club meeting wash apparently codeword for party?” He asked, having been invited to the former and somehow ending up at the latter. His mind numb at alcohol, grateful of Drew Skyes being there to save his butt. His stumbling was mainly clinging onto the railing and girl as he was led towards the bathroom, eyes glazing over the other people doing negative things mindlessly. He wasn’t registering it all at the moment, that’s for sure.

“Mom is a health-nut, she never lets me drink soda. I see why, that was soda?” David swayed as he sat down, hazel eyes looking up at Drew innocently because in all honesty it wasn’t his fault for being raised in a secure and closed environment. Maybe If David knew the unfamiliar taste of soda and alcohol, he could recognize them instantly. Later, he would thank his mother sarcastically and mentally. Because he wasn’t a complete drunk, it did click after a few moments pause, “okay, that wasn’t soda.” Rambling, apparently David rambled when drunk.

The cold water on his neck got rid of some of the nausea he didn’t notice was there until it came to him in a full wave as he leaned over the toilet, probably looking very attractive as he squeezed his eyes shut; wanting to vomit but not sure if he would. Choking it down with a hiccup, David looked over at Drew—blinking once or twice in the light.

Slurring still, “you’re very pretty,” he probably would agree with his sober self that Drew was pretty. Her outlook on life and the way she acts wasn’t very pretty; but look at him, David was a mess as she had stated. “Thank you.”

He moaned, clinging onto the toilet again; eyes’ closing as David was blasted with another unfamiliar wave of nausea. When it passed, he looked very tired and was exhausted mentally. David’s first time being drunk? Fabulous. Not really, David would probably be sick in the morning, hung over, and just want to curl up in a ball and die.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Shaking her head at the irony of it all, she squatted down to his level to help steady him. Of course he'd gotten into this mess, he'd never been taught different. Of course Drew had been taught at a young age about date rape drugs, spiked drinks, and everything else that was harmful in the world (thanks for Bastian), so she knew how to handle herself for the most part. Now she felt a little bad for David, but instantly her mind tried to be mean. Be a bitch, Drew. What are you doing? Maybe she was just too tired and a little too tipsy to act like her bitchy self. Maybe the feeling bad for Pretty Boy side of her was overcoming the rest, just because of that one drink. 

    Or maybe it was because he called her pretty. 

    He was drunk, sure. But most people rambled the truth when wasted (except her; she just became very sexually active mmhmm). Was that how he really felt about her, underneath all of the shit he thought about her? The way she lived, acted, was? Did David Mabely think she was pretty?

    Okay, it wasn't that big of a shock to hear from a boy's lips in general. Plenty of boys called her pretty and meant it (or didn't so they could get in her pants), and it never fazed her. But for some damn reason, his comment got under her skin. It made a wave of guilt flush over her. Guilt? She hadn't felt felt guilty in years. But maybe she was too harsh on the kid. His Dad was dead. He was just trying to cope, and why did she hate him so much? Because he had a God who loved him and she didn't? Jealousy? Maybe all of the above?

    Her smile was genuine, probably the first real one she'd ever given him. "You aren't too bad yourself, Pretty Boy," she said quietly, moving to slip off the rag again and go re-moist it. The orbs of her green gaze swept over him, taking in his disheveled and sick appearance. Even in his crouched position, he still was handsome. She'd known David was her type of guy looks wise since the first day she laid eyes on him. But there was just too much conflict (all forgotten now due to his drinking, but it would be back), too much history, too much difference between them. It would never work out, and Drew didn't know if she even wanted it to. Her mind was a jumbled mess of emotions and thoughts, swirling around out of their usually organized files like a crazy tornado. With a sigh after she placed the rag on his neck again, she sat on the floor, defeated. Not wanting to fight it any longer. 

    The music pounded through the bottom of the floor still, but she knew the party would be over. She'd originally planned on staying over at Ariel's which was only a few blocks away from the house they were in, but now she had David to take care of. Ariel's mom would flip if they brought a sick guy home. So, she'd have to stay here, in the house of Bobby Chase (yes, they'd fucked once) over night. He owned the house; didn't have any parents living with him. ONe of those rich college students who shouldn't be partying anymore but still did. He probably wouldn't mind, but they'd have to snag a bedroom soon unless they wanted a spot on a couch. 

    Drew was lost in her thoughts when David thanked her. She gave him another smile, patting his leg reassuringly. "You won't remember in the morning. Which might be best, now that I think about it," her eyebrows furrowed as she swept her large mass of hair over her shoulder, bare toes wiggling against the cold of the tile. She'd wait until he felt better, then take him to one of the bedrooms. She could sleep on the floor or something. "Are you feeling any better?" she asked him, moving to stand up again.

    This was all just, not happening. Right?

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

“A little.” He really did feel so, but that was just now as his tired hazel eyes swam over the bathroom; mentally noting it wasn’t his bathroom or the Skyes bathroom. Just one of those stranger bathrooms, and it didn’t seem to faze his tired mind at all. Instead, David yawned, mumbling about how he was stupid and drunk and wow his mother was going to kill him. Pushing himself up a little, “I think I should go home.” Like he would never make it, but hey, David was a military kid. He knew boys scouts extreme, terrorism and weapons included.

Passing out in a bush didn’t seem like the worst of it. Though, later David would be very bitter to Bobby Chase who had called the party and invited the Robotics nerds. Probably wanted to see them all get drunk or high; not that most of them haven’t been so before, in fact, David wouldn’t be surprised if he was the only virgin in school.

Well, one down. What else does he need to mess up with to fit in? Sex? Drugs? Then David will be just like the crowd of students at school.

“Ugh, this sucksh.” David grumbled, wanting to press his hands to his ears at the loud noise below him.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    She intercepted his movements with a, "Nope." And grabbed his arm firmly between her hands. "You can't go home like this; and I can't drive. We're going to have to stay here tonight."

    Bobby Chase would probably be ecstatic to see her since their hook up (she'd probably given him the best sex ever), and wouldn't mind that she stayed the night. Hell, there would be couples lying assed out in the kitchen and backyards until about noon the next day, knowing Bobby's parties. So they should be covered. 

    Now she was leading David down the hall towards the end of it; it was the only bedroom she knew of (from memory), and she prayed it wasn't occupied. When she knocked on the door, there was no answer so she opened it, did a little sweep through of her eyes before David could look in and see some people doing so stuff. When the coast was clear she moved him into the room, leading him to sit down on the bed with the door closing behind them. 

    She got on her knees (it was a very familiar stance, but she wasn't doing any of that tonight) and started to untie his shoes, even if he was protesting. 

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

In fact, he protested most of the way; which seemed like forever with him tripping up every few steps if Drew wasn’t there to keep him upright. When he landed on the soft bed, talking about his mother would wonder where he was (even though she wasn’t expecting him home that night), David felt his shoes were kicked off leaving him to wonder why they were on a bed. If he was sober, the thought of sex might cross his mind, but it sort of passed by; he probably could have sex tonight and not remember.

“I can sleep on the floor, it’s impolite,” there were a few hiccups between words. “For me to take it.” David interjected, laying down half off the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

“Besides I’m not as Holy as people think.” He continued rambling, not hearing Drew’s response. “I mean, I believe in a God but I think he’s a total jerkface a lot of times. Killing people and all that, my father was a Holy man and he died. God could have saved him.” David’s hazel eyes roamed the room from where he laid.

“I sort of spite God actually, if I wasn’t a coward I would probably be rebellious teenager right now. On purpose, mind you thish was a utter accident.” Hands flew to his ears for a particular screaming chorus of a song, before it died down to its usual beat.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew pretended that she wasn't listening, setting his shoes on the ground by the foot of the bed and moving to help him scoot up towards the pillows. She remembered he might need a bucket of some sort if he threw up in the middle of the night, so she moved to go to the bedroom bathroom and snag up the trash bag; emptying out the contents while thinking over David's words. They made sense to her; more sense then his whole act of Holy Boy or whatever. She'd always assumed he was a perfect guy, going after salvation for his problems. But hearing his words made her feel even more guilty. Why? She didn't know. Maybe because this God David put all his trust into had ripped his father away from him and killed thousands of more people right in front of his little boy eyes. That was what she felt guilty for (like it was her fault).

    Moving back towards the bed, the guilt was imminent in her facial features, but David probably wouldn't notice. "Come on," she whispered quietly, trying to push all his ramblings out of her mind because it wasn't her business and she respected others more when they were drunk then sober. She moved to let him slip under the covers, fully clothed, because there was no reason to undress him unless he started to puke on himself in the middle of the night. That thought actually startled her a bit, like she wouldn't be able to get to him if he choked or something if she was on the ground. Maybe she needed to sleep next to him?

    So he didn't freak out, she'd wait until he was asleep before crawling onto the other side of the bed. For now she placed the bucket by the edge, then placed the wetted washcloth she'd brought with them from the other bathroom on his forehead. "Try and aim for the bucket if you puke," she pointed to the whiteness. Her eyes were still glazed with a sadness she didn't realize she was capable of feeling, except for herself. She always pitied herself. But for now her attention was all on David and the fact that she had to make sure he was okay. "And try ti get some rest," she offered, not realizing her hand was running across his arm in a comforting way. She jerked it back a little, recoiling into her body. Touching him was like fire, and yet it felt so natural. She let out a sigh, still studying him as she leaned against the nightstand, determined to see him fall asleep before she did. 

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

David nodded, rolling over so he was on his side; the rag miraculously clinging to his brow. All fighting spirit was gone at the moment as he curled in on himself a little near the edge of the bed; but David was always a restless sleeper and would somehow end up moving towards the middle of the large bed and grasping onto Drew when he found her in the middle of the night. Thankfully for Drew Skyes, after his rambling, and drunken spirit had left him David was out like a light bulb. Only mutter a bit about yes he would aim for the bucket, no mom he didn’t want breakfast in the morning, and he had to get home as soon as possible.

He didn’t realize the pounding headache of his first hangover would greet him then, but hey, be oblivious while drunk.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    When David fell asleep, Drew moved to the other side of the bed and crawled onto it. She was tired and sore, from who knows what, and hadn't reached her mission of getting drunk that night. But maybe it wasn't such a bad thing, because no one would've been there to help David, and then she would've felt awful the next day. Her mind was scrolling over the conversations they'd had in last hour, and how she felt about them. She didn't know how she felt in general, let alone about a boy she semi-hated but also felt bad for. It was sad, because when he woke up he'd turn back into the unkind goodie she knew he was (and which she'd provoked) towards her and the conversations they'd had this night wouldn't even matter. And they shouldn't matter, she told herself. David Mabley shouldn't even be in her mind. 

    But as she felt herself slipping into sleep, she realized that he never really left it.

~*~

    Drew was still asleep, curled up in her jeans and tight fitted t-shirt, barefoot, and under the covers of the queen sized bed. David and her snuggled close, which was comforting to her dream-state, making her scootch in closer to him and smile in her sleep. His warmth and her warmth felt good under the covers, making her sleep peaceful for what seemed like the first time in a long while. 

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

Waking up, David was used to it. The weight of a bed under him, he was used to that. For a moment David felt like he was home, cuddling closer to the warmth and other body. Wait.

Hazel eyes snapped open instantly, only to regret doing so as a pounding headache hit him full force. Great, just great; he couldn’t remember anything from the ‘Robotics club meeting codeword party’, but when his body rolled over and head lolled towards the one person (if he had to have drunk sex with one person) he would rather not be with. Drew Skyes, cuddled up in the blankets and empty pocket he had occupied a few seconds ago. The covers up to her nose; it was kind of cute.

No no, you definitely don’t think bad decisions are cute. David internally reprimanded; leaning over to wretch in the bucket and blink away the light filtering into the room. Ugh. This was horrible.

But maybe Drew, party hard and probably could tolerate more alcohol or limit herself, had some answers. “Gosh darn it, what happened?” David said sickly, sitting up and waving slightly; before falling back onto the pillow to look up at the ceiling.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew's eyes snapped open, no usual headache there, but actually feeling sort of rested. A little smile left her lips as she yawned, stretching out her feet and gazing around the ceiling. Then, the memories of the night before came to her and she glanced over at David. Shit, she'd meant to slip out of the bed before he woke up. 

    She sat up, scooting away from him a bit and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "You got drunk and sick, so we stayed the night here-" those were probably super comforting words to the boy, but she wasn't awake enough to be coherent. Just like her Dad, she was not a morning person. 

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

“Spent the night.” David squeaked, looking down under the covers at his clothing. He had clothes on, but that still didn’t mean he didn’t do anything stupid last night. Because when sober, the virginal, church-going boy bottles up all those un-Holy feelings and tries to remain as the perfect son to his mother and late-father. “I’m clothed.” He spoke, brows furrowing only for the gesture to usher a wave of nausea. Leaning forward, palms to his face. “Clothed, but hung over, at a house of a guy who threw a party, in bed with a girl,” David re-counted.

Looking Drew over, noting her rather neat and well-rested appearance. “Not that I’m flattered if you were my first time, but um…” David ran a hand through his hair. “Did we do anything last night?” He asked hesitantly, hazel eyes genuinely afraid of the consequences of drunk sex. Though, unlike Drew, his parents never did anything of the sorts where Drew probably knew the whole story how she was conceived; what David knew was from Health class and movies, both of which bring up a dramatic appearance of sex and drinking.

Rubbing his eyes, David looked around the room; noting it more clearly than the night before, but for his brain it was like the first time seeing the room.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes

Drew moved off of the bed, her eyes flashing to him when he asked a question. Maybe she was slightly offended when she said, "Of course not. I wouldn't do that to you."

Her hair was disheveled along with her clothes, the sleepy look on her face prominent. She was quiet as she moved to the floor to pick up her jacket and hand him his shoes so he didn't have to move very far. "You were sick, so I just made sure you were alright," she stood in front of him, her hands rubbing uncomfortably on her arm. "How's your head?" She offered, way out of her usual character.

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

Staring, relief was prominent on his face; but even David was slightly disappointed, he disliked being the virgin of the school but yet was so cowardly he wouldn’t even dare think to rebel against his mother and God outwardly. Picking up his shoes and slipping them on with a slight shake to his hands. “That’s…uh…good. I’d much rather be sober for my first time.” David smiled stupidly, hazel eyes flicking upwards towards Drew. Noting her behavior, but he didn’t think too much of it was because of him and what he said last night: what he couldn’t very well remember.

“My head hurts, but…” David rubbed his brows. “It isn’t very bad, I don’t think I had that much…then again I can’t very well remember much either.” He furrowed his brows, but the gesture brought shooting pain to his temples. Closing his eyes, swaying slightly where he was sitting on the edge of the bed, breathing quietly.

Standing up finally, his body hovering over and close to Drew; but naïve David didn’t know much about what was going on in the girls head, or even how his body was flaring at their close presence with each other. She didn’t like him, and he insulted her and seemed to get under her skin in more ways than one. “Thank you.” David smiled, licking his lips quietly. Thankfully, he had walked to Bobby’s house; fresh air would do him good, and as far as David knew, he could make it home at a slow pace.


His stomach was churning with the burn of alcohol, but David pressed it down at least until he got home. He could blame everything on a fever, brush his teeth five times, and forget this ever happened.

Hopefully, Drew wouldn’t bring this up. Lingering, hair a disheveled mess from rubbing into the pillow, dark rings under his eyes as they watched Drew carefully before sliding away and onto a different object with a slight squint.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    "We might not get along, David, but I'm still a good person," she stated, her eyes making sure they locked with his. Then a smile crept onto her face, "Well, not a horrible person. Maybe you just got lucky." There is was, her regular personality shining through. But maybe not entirely there, because she cleared her throat again, rubbing her arm while taking a step back. 

    "Well, if you know, you're doing okay then...I should probably go." Honestly, she just wanted to book it out of there as fast as she could; get away from the boy that made her feel. Drew hated feelings. She preferred not to let her heart get involved with anything unless they meant something special to her. And there was no one David meant something special to her. At least, that couldn't happen. Could it?

    This is what she meant; thinking thoughts outside of the three main ones she was used to; fuck, sleep, drink. He was bringing forth emotions in her and guess the fuck what, he didn't even remember some of things he'd said to her the night before. He had no idea those words had impacted her horrible, holed heart slightly, even though they weren't meant to mean anything. Just a drunken speech. Drew had had plenty of those in her life, and knew that they never were meant to mean anything more. But they usually did. Like his had on her. 

    Realizing she was just standing there, she cleared her throat again and looked towards the door, then back at David. "You um, your hair is-" she didn't finish the sentence, instead she reached up a bit of shaky fingers (a bit worried of the feeling touching him gave her) and fingered down the strands sticking up on his head softly. Her green orbs met his, her cheeks tinged slightly with pink, and dropped her hand when she realized how awkward she was being. Drew Skyes was never awkward. Not anymore. Not since Freshmen year, and never again. 

    Except with this fucker, playing with her heart strings. Fuck. 

    "I-I'm gonna go," she said quickly, moving towards the door without another glance over David and down the stairs. She ignored Bobby groaning up at her from a spot on the floor he was laying on, only in whitey tighties. 

    "-Drew Skyes-?"

    "I was never here!" Drew cried over her shoulder, stepping over littered beer cans, passed out people, and solo cups to get to the guys front door. With a quick look up at the top of the stairs towards where she'd left David, she then closed the door and began jogging towards Ariel's house, bare feet scraping on the pavement and jacket flopping over her arm.