Too Long

Chapter 17: The Mrs is Angry

"Hey, have you guys seen Heather?" Stiles' voice came from behind Ramie. She and Scott were standing in the corner of the living room at the party, Scott trying to make small talk with a guy who seemed extremely uninterested, and Ramie already too drunk. Scott was doing his best to keep her out of trouble. Ramie turned to the taller boy, seeing a look of concern on his face.

"I thought you were picking out wine in the basement," Ramie slightly slurred, using a voice that was clearly making fun of Heather and sliding a hand down Stiles' chest as Heather had done.

"Woah," Stiles said, grabbing Ramie's hand and stopping it from moving too far down his chest and looking between Ramie and Scott. "Someone got drunk quick."

"Shots," Scott grimaced and Stiles nodded, understanding.

"We're moving on!" Ramie exclaimed, throwing her hands in the air, sloshing around the drink in her hand. "Where'd your little girlfriend go?"

Stiles scrunched up his eyes in annoyance, taking a deep breath. Scott looked at him apologetically.

"I can't find her, remember," Stiles said slowly, putting an arm out and grabbing Ramie's shoulder as she stumbled sideways a bit. "You know what, let's just get out of here, I don't know anyone else here and she's already too drunk."

"Am not!" Ramie argued, furrowing her eyebrows at Stiles. He raised his eyebrows back at her and she sighed. "Fine."

Ramie followed the two boys out of the party and they began making their way down the street towards Scott and Ramie's. Ramie could hear the two boys talking about Heather in front of her, but she ignored them, walking slowly behind. After a minute of walking Stiles stopped, pulled her in front of them, and then continued walking, making her walk in front.

"You stay where I can see you," he said.

"I'm fine Stiles," Ramie said, stumbling over the words slightly. He ignored her and kept walking, not allowing her to fall behind.

When they got back, Scott went to shower and Stiles stayed with Ramie in the kitchen. She watched him in silence as he puttered around the kitchen, filling a glass of water for her and putting toast in the toaster.

"You should eat something," he muttered as he leaned against the counter across from the island where she sat, surveying her as she drank the glass of water.

"I'm fine," Ramie argued, still slurring her words. Stiles raised his eyebrows at her. "You said we were moving on, that's what I was trying to do."

"So you got plastered because you're upset about Isaac breaking up with you?" Stiles asked.

"Isaac didn't break up with me," Ramie pointed a finger at him as he picked the toast out of the toaster and began spreading butter on it. "It was a mutual decision."

"So what exactly happened," Stiles prodded, sliding the plate over to her and giving her a look that said she had no choice but to eat it. She sighed and took a bite.

"We figured long distance would be fine, since I was only going to be gone for a few months," Ramie began explaining, between bites of toast. "And honestly, it was fine, I don't really think the distance was what made us grow apart."

"What do you mean?" Stiles asked, his arms crossed over his chest.

"I think being apart made us realize that maybe things between us weren't meant to work out," Ramie shrugged. She slightly realized she wouldn't be sharing this much with Stiles if she wasn't drunk, but since she was, she didn't care. "I felt... guilty, I guess. I felt like I didn't miss him as much as I should. Not that I don't care about him, because I do. I just, I don't know."