Insatiable

[Jon Phillips]

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When Jon was younger, he had a crippling fear of what others thought. He was trapped by the fear of not knowing how to act, when to act and more importantly what to say. Now at nineteen years of age, the fears he once had in a crowd of people were long gone. By no means was he confident, in fact, he was more the opposite. He could however, stroll into a bakery at two in the afternoon, order sixteen cupcakes and not give a rats ass he was wearing pyjamas. The amount of attention he drew to himself was the last thing on his mind right now, as were the stares of the people around him. Yesterday Rose was a drunk mess, and he of all people had to face the worst of it. Prior to last night he had no idea of what Rose turned into while drunk. She became an entirely different person, he even considered ending their friendship right then and there because of the things she said to him. But of course, leaving Rose would be twice as bad as any insult she hurled his way. Spite it all, today he wanted to be the best friend he could be. After all this drama with Dan lately, Rose felt like his only friend. He wasn't stupid enough to lose one of the few people he had left because of a drunken mistake.

It took half an hour of aimless wandering, but he eventually found Rose's dorm. Muggle universities were so confusing. No wonder the students were stressed out, he could barely handle navigating through the place. When he reached her room, he paused. Rose had left the door slightly open but he knocked anyway. Even if he was welcome he couldn't help but knock. It was a habit now. "Hello?" He opened the door ajar and looked around to find Rose holed up on the sofa. "You look like a mess." If their roles were reversed, he would have been a mess too. A hangover with a guilty conscience to boot? The mere idea was terrible. He kept an indifferent expression as he placed the box of cupcakes on the counter and stood behind it, intentionally keeping his distance. He was more than willing to reconcile with Rose, but wanted to guilt trip her a little first. He felt like she deserved it.​

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[Rosalie Leydon]

If the sun streaming through the blinds was anything to go by, Rose had overslept by rather a large margin. She had no idea what time it was, what day it was or even what year it was, though she doubted it was different from last time, though, she actually couldn't remember what it had been last time. One of the symptoms of Rose's hangovers was that her brain was very frazzled and confused. This possibly had something to do with that fact that she did not at all handle alcohol particularly well. Sliding to the floor from the lounge, Rose looked down at her attire and noted that she was still in her pyjamas. Her beanie had not slipped off of her head, which was a miracle, though now her hair was probably a complete mess. Rose's head was pounding as she crawled across the floor for some water. Some of this was the reason she simply shouldn't drink. When she did she got really flirty for a little while and then she got seriously mean. She didn't remember what happened last night, but going over the messages in her head told her that she had somewhere along the lines, defriended Jonathon. She had been ever so vicious too him, though she couldn't quite recall exactly what had happened. She was going to have to make it up to him at some point, though she couldn't think as to how she would do it. Something in the back of her mind told her that her best friend in the world would forgive her for what she said, but there was always that chance that this was the last straw, or the first straw, or whatever. They had never fought before, not like this. Alcohol-fuelled drama was the worst, because every little grievance ever came out. The one thing Rose did know, was that most of this was entirely her fault.

Eventually managing to make her way back over to the lounge, Rose curled herself into a little ball and sighed. Her face was blotchy from leaving her make up on all night, which had at some point rubbed off and her head was still pounding from the lack of hydration. She had definitely seen better days, that was for sure. At this point, she couldn't even remember what had lead her to drink. Hearing a knock on the door, Rose looked up slightly from her safe fetal position to see none other then the very friend she had though she'd lost, poking his head around her door. She was going to say something, or maybe even smile, but the guilt kept itself at the forefront of her memories, keeping her exactly where she was. Rose watched him out of the corner of her eye as he set down what appeared to be some kind of cupcakes and almost hid himself behind her counter. She knew it was her fault, but she couldn't bring herself to say anything. Instead she sat up, slowly, and crossed her legs. She refused to look at Jonathon, for many reasons, but one was because she looked like crap. She didn't need him to see that. "Why're you here?" It wasn't that she didn't appreciate it, but she honestly had to wonder why he would want to be anywhere near her after what she had done to him.
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[Jon Phillips]

Jon ran his hand through his hair. He was visibly annoyed right now. It was difficult enough throwing away his dignity and showing up this morning, he didn't need the additional treatment Rose was giving him. After everything she spat at him last night, he had the empathy to show up today and make amends. He wanted to keep her around, and he wanted to continue being her friend. Though by the sounds of it she had other plans. Why are you here? He could have thrown her words back at her, mocking her, because he was so irritated by such a question. Due to how she had acted towards him last night he couldn't consider she said the question amicably. All he could focus on right now was the negative side of things. The effect her words had on him was intense, it was a surprise how much they actually did affect him. All he wanted to do was retaliate, however his rational side forced him to keep quiet. She was obviously hung over right now and he was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt, spite how difficult that was. After a few minutes of silence he stood up and walked to the sink. "I'm here because I wanted to help you nurse your hangover. But it sounds like you don't want any help." With a shrug, he found a clean class in one of the cabinets and began to pour a drink of water. He found it difficult to be completely polite, but somehow managed to keep the majority of his anger at bay.

"You're probably very dehydrated right now." He had his fair share of hangovers before, and knew it was a terrible experience. He also knew the amount of difference a few glasses of water could make. After filling the glass, he walked over to Rose and handed it to her. "Drink" He instructed. If she chose not to drink the water he could have easily made her. It was something she needed, and he wasn't going to let her refuse to help herself. Sure, he was very angry right now. So angry he could have easily crushed the glass in his hand. Though spite it all he had her best interests at heart. Assuming she was going to drink the water, he turned around and walked back behind the counter. He did have her best interests at heart, but he still didn't want to be near her. After another few minutes of silence he opened his mouth to speak. "I brought cupcakes." He gestured towards the box and opened it. "We can have them later when you feel better." The last thing he wanted was to make her eat now and have her throw it all up again later. That would be pointless. Comfort food wasn't supposed to make you vomit.​

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[Rosalie Leydon]

The fact that Jonathon was actually here, had to tell her something. Rose didn't know what it was, but it was definitely saying something. Her mind was still in too much of a haze to properly put the pieces together. All she knew was that she had really hurt him. Though what she had actually said was still very foggy. Getting drunk was about the worst thing Rose could do really and she really should have known that. She did know that, but it had failed to stop her this time, it seemed. Rose laid her head back against the top of the lounge and sighed. Throbbing pains in her head were not making any of this any easier. She could hear Jonathon talking from somewhere in her room, but the haze was making him difficult to hear. She just wanted to crawl into a corner and stay there forever. She was probably really pale and sweaty and yuck. She really needed a shower or a bath, but she didn't trust her ability to be able to function enough to actually do it. She would probably fall over and crack open her skull or something, that was very likely in fact. She'd had to crawl over to the sink and even then she hadn't actually managed to get any water because she couldn't stand up to reach it. Why was the light in here so bright anyway? Rose slid down the back of the couch until she was in her fetal position again, she didn't want to move she was quite happy here, though she was pretty sure she needed to vomit, she was positive she wouldn't make it to the bathroom. Should she call Jonathon? She should ask for a bucket. That would be the thing to do, though as she thought to do it, her mind decided to make her forget how to actually formulate words. On second thoughts, maybe lying here was her best option.

Soon, Rose heard Jonathon's voice again and she opened one bloodshot eye to see that he had offered her a glass of water and placed it in her hands. Rose couldn't very well drink it like this, so as he turned around and walked way, Rose tried to sit up to drink it, only to have it slip out of her hands and smash on the tiles she had for a floor. She kept meaning to get carpet, but had never gotten around to it. Jonathon's mention of cupcakes went over her head as she stared down at the glass waging whether or not she would be able to pick it up in her current state. Leaning down to pick up some of the shards of glass, Rose suddenly yelped when she noted she had fallen forward slicing her hand on some of the shards. Why was she not thinking properly, she should have never gone near them, she would have been better off just leaving them there until she was feeling better. She was not doing well today at all, she should have just stayed where she was, or better yet not drank anything at all. She was having the worst day and now she was crapping up Jonathon's day at all, could she be any more callous? Apparently she could, because now she wasn't even talking to him. She was being so terribly rude. She should say something. She should say something. "B... help me?"
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