Chapter two, spilled drinks.

Phoebe's point of view.

"Hey, you ready to go?" Peter asked me when I came over to the ship. I nodded my head, still smiling from my encounter with Soren. Rocket looked at me suspiciously, as if he knew something was different.

"What?" I asked looking at him. He shrugged.

"Somethin' happened didn't it?" He asked, a smirk painted on his lips.

"No, what makes you think that?" I asked.

"Right lets go." Peters voice interrupted us as he started to lead the group into the city.

"Because you're grinning like a fuckin' insane person." Rocket said to me, walking behind everybody next to me.

"What I'm not alloud to grin now?" I asked, looking down at him.

"I didn't fuckin' say that." Rocket grumbled from next to me. I sighed, shaking my head.

"Whatever, Rocket." I mumbled, walking past him and with the others. I didn't want to argue with him on a day we were meant to be arguing.

"What did I say?!" He yelled from behind me. I turned to face him.

"Nothing, I just don't fancy arguing with you today." I said bluntly. I heard him growl in frustration, but luckily he didn't continue.

I didn't know what his problem was. Ever since I had gotten out of the hospital he's been spiteful with me on some occasions. It was really starting to piss me off. I had become great friends with Rocket, but I felt like our friendship was slowly slipping away with every spat of ours.

"Okay food, looking for food." I heard Peter mumble to himself.

"Why don't you ask somebody who's lived here for, hmm, I dunno, two years of their life." Peter turned to me and rolled his eyes.

"Fine. Phoebe, is there any nice restaurants around here?" He asked. I smiled innocently.

"Yep, just around here." I walked around everybody else until we came to a street. There were shops and a couple of apartments, then on the end of the street sat a nice place to eat.

"Tadaa." I said, gesturing to the building.

The building was a clean white like most other things on Xandar. Blue tinted windows sat on both sides of the building on both floors. Above the door sat a sign that had Xandarian language on it that I had never been able to decipher.

"This looks like an acceptable establishment." Drax murmured from behind me.

"It is, it's quite nice." I agreed. We all stepped into the restaurant and it was even nicer on the inside.

A warm white glow from the chandeliers above us made the beautiful place seem better. Up the back of the room was a bar, along with doors to the kitchen next to it. White tables crowded the room with a joyful feeling the other people were giving off.

"This place is packed." Gamora noted. I nodded my head.

After a while, we had a table in the corner of the room, and had all of our food set out in front of us on the table. Rocket and Drax had already drunk a couple of alcoholic drinks while they waited for the food. Not enough to make them drunk, but enough to make them less sensible.

"Here's to saving the galaxy and ridding it of the foul beast Ronan!" Drax boomed, holding up his half-full glass and laughing. I hesitantly raised my glass, as well as everybody else. Drax accidentally jolted the table, making me accidentally drop my glass and spill my drink over Rockets plate.

"Oh shit I'm sorry, Rocket." I apologised, quickly picking up my glass and handing him a few napkins.

Rocket growled in frustration, snatching the napkins from me and wiping up the table in front of him.

"Oh, thanks Phoebe." He mumbled sarcastically. "Funny how it was to land on my plate, huh?"

"It was an accident, I didn't mean to." I defended.

"Oh sure it was." Rocket mumbled.

"Rocket that's enough." Peter said from next to me.

"Rocket, I've had enough of your shit." I said, glaring at him.

"Phoebe don't start." Peter said.

Rocket laughed.

"You've had enough of me?" He asked, giving a false laugh. I scowled at him and stood up from my seat, walking away.

"Where are ya goin'?" Rocket called. I turned around to him and gave him a hard cold glare.

"I'm not doing this here." I said with venom, before turning my back on him and walking out of the restaurant. I walked down the street before somebody called after me. I turned around to see Rocket coming over to me. I sighed, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What the fuck was that?" I asked, trying to keep my voice and temper down.

"What? The fact that you threw your drink over me?" He asked, crossing his own arms over his chest.

"For fuck sake, Rocket, you know it was an accident!" I shouted.

"Oh really?" He asked. "Then why leave the fucking building?"

"Because I didn't want to fight with you there in front of everybody! Rocket you ruined everything today! The first time I've been off the ship in over a week and you pull this shit! Just go away, will you?" I glared at him so he knew I was serious. He grumbled something under his breath, before he turned around and went into the restaurant.

Tears pooled in my eyes as I started walking to the Milano.

What is wrong with me? Why does he hate me?

I did think of Rocket as one of my best friends. He had stuck up for me on Knowhere, even though he was absolutely wasted. And then he had been so concerned for me when I woke up at the hospital. I didn't know what had changed his mind.

I didn't know what had pissed Rocket off so much. Yes, he had a few drinks, but he wasn't drunk.

Why do I have to ruin everything?

I did know it was my fault. If I had just calmly apologised then maybe he would have known I was sorry.

I sighed, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"Phoebe?" I turned around, expecting Peter to be there, but Soren stood there, smiling like when I first met him.

Hey guys, there's chapter two. This chapter was probably one of the hardest to write for me because I had to get the argument so it made sense. So, what did you think? What is wrong with Rocket? Is it just a coincidence that Soren found her? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-Bambie.