the icing on the cake

He saw that it was her and returned his head to his hands growling at her “Go away.” he didn’t want to be so upset. He wasn’t fully in control of himself right then. He was showing too much emotion. 

Though she kept her distance and though her voice was small as she talked she held her ground, not wanting to see him so hurt like this. "I asked what's wrong." She repeated, to him.

"Of course they meant it, Fay, this school sucks with that stuff, you know that." Jubileena's voice echoed out through the space between them and she looked over at the younger girl with a small frown.

In a very rare moment of weakness Stitch held his head in his hands. He didn’t know why someone leaving was making him so upset. It had never happened like this before. People leaving didn’t usually make him like this. When a person appeared he turned and glared trying to not look effected. “WHAT?”

The girl had gone to him with a small tray in her hands, cookies piled on top and a smile on her face before she noticed the state he was in, flinching back at the yell and setting the tray on a nearby table. "What's wrong?"

“Drinking ‘snot bad.” His words slurred together. His drunken eyes looked over her and her dress taking in what they could in the dazed state. With his head tilted he gave her a curious look. “Ya’ sure? This stuff’s good. I brought it from home.” He nodded over exaggeratedly. He was very proud of his collection even as it was quickly depleting. “I don’t get why…” He lost his train of thought as he just stared at her. “You are so pretty. I want to kiss you. I also want to hold you, but like I don’t normally want that. Your dress is very pretty.” He ended simply with a small nod.

“Drinking can make someone do bad stuff, though, and I don’t want you to do bad stuff.” She sighed, watching his eyes rake over her and shaking her head once again when he asked. “I’m sure, Phil, I think you’ve already drank half of it anyways,” She told, her voice wavering just a bit. She could see several empty bottles around the room and felt a pang of guilt. “I...thank you? I want to kiss you too, and I don’t know why you want to hold me, maybe it’s because you’re drunk. Thank you, I’m glad you like it.” She ran a hand through her curls.

“Well….the original plan had been to climb the tree and look out that way, but then my hand slipped and well…  This is definitely a different viewpoint.”

“Alright then...the blood isn’t rushing to your head at all?”

His drunken grin faltered some. “That’s right. You were the one who left me. Prom sucked, so I drank. I wouldn’t have if you stayed.” He let go of her hands and just sat on the floor. He leaned over to his chest full of assorted drinks and picked up an expensive looking bottle. “Want a drink Juju?” He opened the bottle he was holding and drank straight from it. After wincing slightly at the burn he looked back up at her. “I don’t get it.” He said simply as he just stared at her with a drunken gaze.

She frowned, biting her lower lip. “I know, and i’m sorry, but I had to leave. You shouldn’t have s-started to drink, drinking’s bad.” She took a deep breath and sat on the floor across from him, careful not to sit on her dress. She shook her head, sighing and cringing to herself as she saw him drink straight from it. “N-no, no, ‘m fine.” She declined politely, trying to keep her voice gentle. “Don’t get what?” She asked, tilting her head.

Philip left Prom after being pretty much stood up. He got buzzed there, but once he made it back to his own room, he just lost it. He drank nearly all of his stash. It was easily refilled, but that might take some time. However he was not thinking about that, especially when she was at his door. He stumbled over to his door and ungracefully swung it open. “Heeeeey. Look at you! You’re so pretty.” His speech was slurred as he leaned against the door frame. “Come on in!” He took her hands and pulled her in the room by her hands.

Jubileena let him pull her into the room, not registering the alcohol on his breath and the slurred words until she herself started talking. “Ah--thanks, Phil, um, i’m sorry I had to leave, but I--” She cut herself off, immediately smelling the alcohol and shaking her head, taking a step back. “...You’re drunk. Why are you drunk?” She furrowed her eyebrows, looking at him intently. She’d already dealt with one drunk person today, now he was drunk too.

“Trying to look at the world from a different point of view.”

“So you hang from a tree? ...Seems legit.”