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

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

David stared, confused as to why the girl who was snark and comebacks was suddenly acting weirdly in his presence. Hazel eyes following, David made his way down the stairs; tip-toeing around people as they lifted their heads to get a better look he ignored their calls quietly. Reaching the door, David closed it softly behind him making his own descent home.

When he got there, thankful his mother was still asleep, David went upstairs and brushed his teeth many times. Taking a quick shower, he curled in on himself in bed and played the sick act. With water, aspirin, and a doting mother who would never think her son would go out and party (even if it was accidental); David felt horrible even after the lasting hangover subsided.

Had he done something to Drew when drunk? David was very unsure, leaving his wandering hazel eyes to scan around him constantly.

“David! Time for church!” His mother would wake him up Sunday morning, and inwardly, David would groan as he put on a nice t-shirt and jeans. The Holy building making David feel horrible, because inwardly, he was cursing God with all his might as things begin happening away from his favor.

If you’re up there, you better help me figure out my problems. He thought, watching the pastor speak blankly.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew had stayed at Ariel's until she felt she was sober enough to drive home; once there, she slipped into the house hoping not to catch her mother but man, no such luck. 

    "Drew! Is that you?" she called from the kitchen, making Drew freeze half way up the stairs. 

    She let her head fall back in annoyance. "Yes."

    "We're having the Mabley's over for dinner again tonight!"

    "Isn't that like the sixth time this month, Mom?"

    "They are nice people, Drew! I know once you and David get through your issues, things will be okay. Make sure you're on time, please."

    Drew highly doubted anything between her and David would be normal ever again.

    She thought this before dashing up to her room, closing the door behind her, and sliding down it with a heavy breath. She kind of wished she would've drank more last night, because the memories were haunting her. 

[Maple ♥]

{ About a month later~ }

Drew Skyes:

    The screen door of their kitchen opened and shut, sending in a blast of air onto Drew's bare legs. She was perched at the kitchen island, her chin resting dully in her palm with her elbow propped up on the cool granite counter top. Mrs. Mabley and her mother were rambling on about her mom's latest job (she decided when they got back to the US she wanted to be a librarian. Big whoop, I know) and how she met so many of her old children friends there. 

    Boring. 

    She didn't know where her dad was, and she was sure David was around somewhere but she didn't usually like hanging out with him because she wasn't like herself when she did. Instead she opted into half-listening into the two mom's conversation while simultaneously checking her phone for the time as minutes passed. Tonight was Danny Roberts huge birthday party at the graveyard he threw every year. You know the whole 'scary' feel to it, to make more people come and drink and give him gifts. Everyone who was anyone went every year, and Drew didn't plan on this year being any different then the last. But of course, this damn dinner was scheduled without her knowing; and on a fucking Friday night. Drew was going to have to sneak out without too much commotion and show up fashionably late like she always did, because the party started in ten minutes and they hadn't eaten dinner yet. 

    With a sigh, she checked her phone again, then her eyes flickered up when there was a moment of silence between her mother and Mrs. Mabley. "Hey Mom?"

    Lauren stopped what she was doing, about to start another bout of conversation over the types of books she'd found and studied while working, lancing at Drew. "Yes?"

    "Can I go to Danny Roberts birthday party tonight? I was invited personally," a lie, "and he'd be super upset if I didn't bring him his gift."

    "Well, we're having dinner with the Mabley's tonight like I told you earli-" she was beginning to give Drew that look. She had to do some convincing quick. 

    "And I'd love to stay the whole night, but it's be really rude to say I was coming and not show up. Like that one time you didn't go to the Frey's dinner party and they didn't talk to you for a month?" Drew reminded her, making her mother flush red. 

    "James was throwing up and I ha-"

    Drew gave her a pleading look. "Please? I can stay for dinner, but even then I'll be late. I don't want to make him mad."

    Lauren was silent for a minute, glancing at Mrs. Mabley and her daughter breifly before exhaling and swirling her wine in her hand. "Fine. But I think you should take David along with you."

    Drew's stomach dropped and her mouth fell open. No. She couldn't be seen with the loser loner- "But Mom!"

    "It'll be fun, Drew. Show him around. Introduce him. He's still the new kid and it would be very," she gave her the 'I'm done talking about it' look, which meant Drew's complaints were worth shit. "Very kind of you to take him. As long as Jillian is okay with this, though." She looked pointedly at Mrs. Mabley, smiling as she sipped her wine. 

    This was not happening.

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David Mabley ; ;

Mrs. Mabley bit her lip, the worried Christian mother thing. “So long as there isn’t any alcohol, I’m fine with it.” Jillian said, smiling lightly. Because if Drew mentioned alcohol to get David not to go, Drew herself wouldn’t be able to go probably; knowing Lauren and Bastian.

Speaking of ‘father figure’, the door opened and shut with Bastian and James the young holding tightly to his father’s hand and a grocery bag. “I’m home.” He called, letting the little boy run off to find David on the couch. Since Drew has taken to avoiding the dirty blonde, the autistic James has taken a liking to David. So much, that when Drew was ‘out’ and Lauren and Bastian just had to have a dinner together; David was the first to call to baby sit James.

Not that he had much to do anyways.

Watching the boy quietly, David was barely listening to the conversation as James wordlessly pulled him into the kitchen and handed the older boy a car. Zooming it around the table, “vroom vroom,” he would say and expect David to follow along and race. Hazel eyes met curiously around the room.

“What?” He heard his name being mentioned once or twice, receiving a shrug by Bastian as the adult set to work on dinner.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew's jaw clenched when she realized she wasn't getting out of this one. With an exasperated sigh, she got up from her bench. "Then would be fair to let me go now instead of after dinner?"

    Lauren contemplated this, setting down her wine glass. She nodded, her bob bobbing around her head. "I guess that's fair. I want you home at-"

    Drew intercepted. "Well, Bailey's house isn't too far away from the party, and she's going. I was hoping I could stay there?"

    Lauren glanced at David and Jillian. "What about David? How will he get home?"

    "I can drop him off."

    Lauren gave another uneasy look to Jillian before giving up being suspicious and smiling. "Fine. Don't stay out too late."

    Thankfully, something going her way, Drew moved to grab her jacket, keys, and purse quickly, though no shoes (because who needed them, right?)

    She passed by David and threw his jacket, which she'd snagged as she passed the couch, towards his chest with a jerk of her chin towards the front door. "Come on, we gotta go. I don't want to be horribly late." That was a lie, they were stopping at Bret's (yes, Bret was sometimes back in the picture) to pick him up before they moved on to the party. She thought David would keep his mouth shut for the most part about it, seeing as they didn't get along anyways. 

    

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David Mabley ; ;

Looking blankly, then at his mother who motioned for him to go; with a ruffle of James hair and “see ya James.”

“Bye,” the boy mumbled, before looking up at his dad to play with him knowing the older man was busy; maybe later though.

David followed Drew out towards her truck. “Seriously? Me, a party?” David asked, getting into the passenger side as he looked out the window quietly. The bed of the trunk was empty but a few blankets and pillows; knowing from James the little boy liked to drag his family star gazing and laying in the truck in the middle of nowhere was the best way possible.

“After last time?” He looked over at Drew with a raised eyebrow.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew slid into her car, a bit heated with annoyance that she was dragging David along with her. She turned on the ignition, turning with her arm perched into the passengers seat to bend and look over her shoulder as she pulled the truck out of the driveway. Kind of in a hurry, her diriving was a little rushed, putting the car into gear and beginning to zip down the road to Bret's house. "Not my idea," she said flatly, her eyes scanning the road as her fingers tightened around the steering wheel. "My mothers; I would've left you because -" she didn't complete the sentence, just turned to look at him with a snarky smirk and then going back to the road. 

    "Try not to cry about it too much, Pretty Boy. It really is a birthday party-" that much was true. "But this isn't just some frat boy party you've been too. There are messed up people who go to the graveyard for Danny's party every year. So, don't do anything stupid. Like last time." She gave him a raised eyebrow as she flipped her blinker on to turn onto the main road leading to Bret's house. 

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David Mabley ; ;

Making a face, David turned away. “Fine.” He conceded, not knowing fully what the night entailed. Because though he expected there to be alcohol, he at least hoped there was something non-alcoholic to drink. Only did he look over when David moved to let Bret sit next to Drew, because he wasn’t always goody-goody; he knew Bret was clingy and would annoy Drew also.

He was quiet for the rest of the ride, only watching where they were going. Becoming uneasy when the sun was hidden behind the trees and casting shadows.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    The graveyard was a little ways away in the foot hills, kind of hidden by a foresty type area. Drew knew the route pretty well (don't ask) and drove her car half heartedly as Bret talked about pointless things. Football, scholarships, the future. Drew could give less a damn about the future, especially Bret's. So she stayed quiet, only nodding her head when needed and being a sassy bitch like usual. Only a few times did she glance over at David, but her would quickly move back to the road. 

    When they arrived in the parking lot of the cemetery, it was almost completely dark out and there were bon fires lit up all throughout the headstones in the park-ish area which was surrounded by woodland trees. Drew slipped out of her car, followed by Bret with a tight squeeze on her ass, which she ignored, and pressed her hand to the door to look at David. "If you need me, you have my number," their parents had forced them to exchange them a while back (she'd stared at his contact way longer then she should have before). Drew gave him a somewhat friendly smile. "Bret's my DD, so make sure to find him before, like, midnight," she instructed, not realizing that in fact, she'd get drunk, and so would David, and Bret, with no DD and they'd be having sex in the back of her truck. That thought was no where in her mind. 

    Her voice dipped lower as Bret called out to some friends. "Don't get yourself into, you know, trouble." Why did she care? She shouldn't, but she did. If she came home with a drunk David, her parents would be pissed and she'd be grounded forever. Drew had to make sure he at least stayed somewhat safe throughout the night. With another bitchy look, she slammed the door shut and began walking with Bret towards the party, jacket in hand. 


( We can skip along if needed )

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David Mabley ; ;

David rolled his eyes, following with his hands in his pocket, and the intent of hiding behind a headstone with his phone. He looked around at the alcohol, nose wrinkling as his eyes landed on the punch. Drew has said some whacked up people came to the party every year, but he didn’t think they would spike the punch and advertise it as alcohol-free. Even cautious David, taking a sip, couldn’t taste the familiar burn; instead a fruity and Sprite-like tang.

Sitting alone, he continued sipping the drink through most of the party, his mind swirling and watching. Noticing Bret getting drunk, David knew the man would pass out or end up going home with his football buddies; because Drew was wholly ignoring him or uninterested at this point. Or too drunk to care. Hazel eyes looked up at the sky, hah Drew Skyes was on his mind as the stars blazed down on him.

Ironic.

David swayed to the music, glancing at his watch for the time, unsure what to do.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew had planned on getting drunk; but not as wasted as she was right about now. Her vision was so blurred she had to sit down in order to stop the world from spinning out from under her. Her giggles were bubbling, enhanced from the alcoholic punch she'd downed throughout the night. Bret was out of her mind, which was fogged and thick with a dream-like aura to it. Her head pounded, her limbs felt heavy, and she didn't even realize she'd walked over to a headstone nearby, where two boys feet were poking out from, until she'd stumbled and barely caught herself on the concrete edge. 

    As her glazed green eyes registered who the blurry person was, she got on her knees, then her stomach, laying down in David's lap and twisting her body to point up at the stars. "Such pretty shtars," she hiccuped, giggling slightly and letting her hand fall lazily back onto her stomach. She was in no right mind, or else this wouldn't be happening. 

[shades]

David Mabley ; ;

“Mhm.” David agreed, smiling as he looked up also. The time was out of his reach, but he assumed it was late, David had called his mother before getting drunk explaining he was spending the night at a friends. A lie, but made her not worry about him; David wasn’t Holy goody-goody remember. “The sky is pretty. Drew Skyes, you’re shtill pretty like the sky.”

After a long second, as the music died down and what seemed like most of the party had gone to tents set up in the woods, their cars, or stumbling off; David finally spoke, “it’s late, wheresh Bret?” Of course the other young man had probably ditched or was drunk somewhere himself. Though drunk, David wasn’t downright wasted like Drew. He still had that part of his mind that noticed little things. The big picture and consequences?

Not there.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    Drew snorted, rolling her head to look over at David's face from his lap. "Forget him," she squinted her eyes, trying to make out David's features in the dark but her throbbing brain didn't like the idea. The idea of going anywhere with Bret made her gag - and she fiend that by sticking out her tongue. "He's not cute like shyou," she she hiccuped a little, letting her fingers dance in the air above her face, her eyes still trying to focus on the movements. 

    "You think I'm pretty, David?" she asked, like a little girl, her eyes wide with innocence as she looked over at him. Some part of her brain was telling her that his answer was important, but her thoughts had already moved on to other dumb ideas. Drew pushed herself up quickly, scanning the party which had died down. "Oh man the partiesh over," she blinked, then frowned, wondering what she was supposed to do next. Maybe David knew. David always knew the right things. "What now?" she slurred, swaying slightly from her now almost straddling position ontop of David. 

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David Mabley ; ;

Blinking quietly, David cleared his throat. “Maybe we should head home,” he suggested politely. Lifting Drew quietly so he could stand up, gripping the cement of the headstone. “Before we get caught watsching porn live.” His head jerked to the lingering couples making out and getting heated with it, though his vision was slightly blurred. Walking unsteadily towards Drew’s truck, hazel eyes looking back with a stupid grin plastered on his face.

Little did he expect for them to get lost a mile or two down the wrong road in the middle of the woods.

[Maple ♥]

Drew Skyes:

    As quickly as she could manage, frowning at the loss of David's touch against her, she stumbled after him towards her car. Psh. Of course she was sober enough to drive. Duh. The world wasn't spinning or anything. 

    But they were both out of their right minds and she wasn't going to let David drive. Where were they going again? Home? Which way was home again? The directions swirled around blankly in her mind. Well, maybe she'd just have to start driving and see where it led them. 

    Okay so long story short Drew got in the front seat, started the car, and swerved slightly trying to back into the road. There were no cars around; it was around three in the morning and they were in the foothills, away from any city and only a few houses. She turned down the wrong road, which she'd thought was actually the right one, and swerved numerous times. Finally the car turned onto a long, dirt road leading into the forest and Drew almost steered the truck off the road. She almost slammed on the breaks too fast, but was able to come to a complete stop on the side of the road near a small outcrop in the forest around them. A laugh giggled from her lips. "I don't know if I'm shober enough to drive," she hiccuped again, turning off the car and letting her head loll back to look at David dreamily.

    Without another word, she suddenly slipped out of the car to hop into the bed of the truck; taking about ten tries to actually lift her leg over the edge. In fact, she tumbled into the truck instead of being graceful, right into the blankets and pillows in the back, and making the car bounce under her sifted weight. "The shtars are sho pretty!" she pointed at the sky, her hair flailing out around her as she laid flat on her back.