Chapter three, Animals and confused emotions.

Phoebe's point of view.

"Soren. What a surprise to bump into you again." I said, giving a false smile as I quickly wiped away my tears.

"Yeah, what're the chances?" He said with a smile. He walked over to me and frowned.

"Hey are you okay?" He asked, having obviously seen my watery tears.

"Yeah, I-I'm fine, somebody just annoyed me that's all." I could tell he didn't believe me, but he nodded his head anyways.

"Don't let them get to you," he said, taking my hand and smiling gently. "People only want to annoy you if they're jealous or want attention." I nodded my head, smiling.

"Thanks, Soren." He nodded his head, giving me an exact replica of the beautiful smile he had given be earlier that day.

"So, how long do you plan to be here for?" He asked, looking at me.

I shrugged. "I don't know, I think Peter wants to leave tomorrow night or the morning after." I said. Soren nodded his head.

"Well, if you're not busy, I wondered if you'd like to get dinner with me tomorrow night?" He asked. I looked at him and couldn't help blushing. He was asking me out? After a couple of seconds I realised I had to answer, so I nodded my head with a smile.

"Yeah...yeah I'd love to, thanks." He smiled brightly at me.

"Well, great! I'll meet you tomorrow night, then." He said. I nodded my head.

"It's a date." I grinned. "Uhm...I probably should get back to the ship." I said. Soren nodded his head.

"Well, it was lovely talking to you, and I'll see you tomorrow."

"Okay, bye, Soren." I started to walk back to the ship after he returned the goodbye.

When I got to the ship Groot smiled when he saw me.

"Hey buddy." I said with a smile, going over to his pot. I stroked the side of his face gently before I went further down the halls and into my room, shutting the door behind me.

I sat on my bed and lay back, closing my eyes. My head had started to hurt as I was yelling at Rocket, and it had only proceeded to get worse as I got home.

"Fuck sake!" I yelled, whimpering as the pounding got larger. I was so annoyed and confused with my emotions, that it only took one thing for me to break down again. So, I sat on my bed, sobbing for the loss of a former friend, a huge pounding headache, and confused emotions.

Rocket's point of view.

I growled in frustration and stormed back into the restaurant, slamming the door behind me. Quill and the others immediately glared at me when I came over to the table.

"What?" I snarled, picking at my food that hadn't been covered in Phoebe's drink.

"What the fuck was that?" Peter asked, glaring at me. I shrugged, choosing to ignore him.

I hadn't meant to be rude to Phoebe over those past couple of weeks. I don't know what it was, but there was something that made me feel protective of her, like I couldn't leave her alone. I went with the feelings at first, like when she woke up in the hospital on Xandar. But, after a short amount of time it pissed me off. I had no idea what I was feeling, so I denied them. I pushed Phoebe away from me, started being rude in hopes the feelings would go away. I didn't realise how much it would hurt her, too.

"Rocket!" Gamora hissed at me. I looked up and she was glaring furiously like everybody else was.

"What?!" I yelled.

"Why do you have to be so horrible to her?" Gamora asked me. "What has she done to you?" I rolled my eyes, resting my elbows on the table as I glared back at the fuckers.

"Oh come on, you've seen the way she's constantly nagging at me!" I snapped. Gamora glared at me from across the table.

"Rocket!" She snapped. "She nags in retaliation to your horrid behaviour. She's really hurt that you're being horrible. Now you're going to apologise to her as soon as we get back or so help me I'll put you in a petting zoo!" Quill started chuckling from across the table, though I could tell he was still serious about the situation. That asshole was her brother, after all. I groaned in frustration, pulling at the fur on my face.

"Fiiine!" I dragged out, rolling my eyes.

XxX

The walk back to the ship was horrible. Nobody said a word, which left me to my thoughts. I had been horrible to her, I knew that. But, what Gamora said made me think more. Gamora must've spoken to Phoebe at some point. I knew how much of a stone-cold-bitch Gamora was, so if Phoebe was talking to her then she was definately upset.

As I thought about it more, I couldn't tell if I was making up what I saw before Phoebe walked away from me. Her expression was pissed, but I saw the look in her eyes of pure sadness. I had only seen that one other time, when she found out about my past on Knowhere. Then, when she turned away from me, I couldn't tell if she had started to cry or not.

When we reached the ship, Peter opened the hatch and we all walked inside.

"Now be nice." He hissed at me, before making his way onto the ship.

"Phoebe we're back!" I heard Peter yell through the ship. I walked through and Groot caught my attention, frowning.

"What's wrong with Phoebe?" He asked, not bothering to ask the others as they wouldn't understand him. I sighed.

"Nothin', something happened at the food place and she came back." I said, walking over to him.

"She's been crying." I looked at Groot and sighed. I hadn't been making it up. She was upset. I frowned and walked away from him after patting his head.

"Peter, when are we leaving this place?" I heard Phoebe ask. I listened and could tell she was in the kitchen with Peter.

"Uhm, the morning after tomorrow. Why?" He asked.

"Oh, I've just met somebody, that's all." She said, before I heard her leave the room.

"Groot, I've got-" Phoebe walked into the room but stopped when she saw me. She mumbled something that sounded like never mind, before turning to walk away. I gritted my teeth and stepped forward, aware that Gamora, and probably Quill, were watching me.

"Phoebe wait!" I called out to her. She turned to face me, frowning.

"What?" She spat, pissed.

"Look, I'm sorry about dinner, and being an asshole these past few weeks." I said, rushing my words. She looked at me and smirked, crossing her arms over her chest. I thought for a second she'd forgiven me, and she'd accepted my apology.

"It's okay, Rocket. I get what's going on." She said lightly.

"You do?" I gulped. She nodded her head.

"Yeah, of course I do. You're just jealous and want attention. Most animals do." She said with a shrug, before she turned and walked down the hall. I snarled, stepping forward, growling.

"What?!" I yelled. "I do not wa-"

"Night, Rocket." She said, before going into her room and shuttling the door behind her. I growled and kicked an empty can of food across the room. Quill looked down the hall after her, completely in shock.

"That wasn't meant to happen." He mumbled. I glared at Quill and Gamora.

"Thanks for nothing, assholes!" I yelled at them, before making my way to my own room.

Chapter three, done. I thought I'd play around with a different POV, so sorry if it's kinda crappy. I haven't written Rocket before, so I wasn't sure if I got his attitude right or not. Also, when Rocket is speaking to Groot, I made it so you read what Groot means instead of the usual I am Groot. Anyways, what did you think? What's gonna happen next? Reviews and suggestions are much appreciated. Thank you for reading!

-Bambie.