Trevor's POV
I was on my way home when I spotted Leela sitting at the fountain.
I walked up to her and sat down beside her, she didn't say anything, she just put her head on my shoulder.
"What's up?" I asked her.
"He's ruined our family, I hate him"
"Who? Ste?" I asked, pulling a face. It wasn't a secret that me and Ste didn't get on, and Leela knew it.
"No" she said looking up at me "My Dad"
"What's he done now? Forgot to buy your favourite cheese again?" I joked.
"No, he's gay" she said and stormed off.
I got up and went after her, but lost her, so I want back to my flat.
Leela's POV
I got up and walked off. I could see Trevor following me but I didn't stop, I just kept on going until eventually I noticed he wasn't following me anymore.
I found a pub, so I decided to go in and I ordered vodka after vodka until I felt like I was going to pass out.
"Hey gorgeous" some guy said, approaching my table.
"Not interested" I slurred, getting up to leave, but I tripped and fell, expecting to hit the ground, but I felt a pair of arms around me.
"Get off me" I said pushing the random guy off of me and the guy walked off, muttering something.
Somehow I found myself back at the village, in front of my house, I could hear shouting and I really couldn't deal with it right now so I went to the one person's I knew I could.
Trevor's POV
I started watching the footie on TV when a knock at the door sounded.
I opened the door and Leela stood there. She's drunk I thought to myself, I could smell the booze from here.
"Are you drunk?" I asked her.
"Maybe a little" she said, holding her thumb and forefinger up, a little way apart.
"So can I stay here tonight?" she asked, not waiting for an answer, she barged in, stumbling slightly, I grabbed her arm to steady her but she just pulled her arm free.
"Got anything to drink?" she asked, walking over to the kitchen and going through the cupboards.
"I think you've had enough" I said, walking over to her and shutting the cupboards she had left open.
"Oh come on, live a little" she said with a little giggle.
"You can stay here" I told her.
"Good" she said, making her way over to the stairs, and attempting to climb them.
"When did these stairs become so much hard work?" she asked in a childlike tone, causing me to let out a little chuckle.
She stopped halfway up and looked at me.
Before I could say anything she slipped, but I caught her and picked her up bridal style and carried her the rest off the way up the stairs.
I carried her to the spare room and she was already out cold before I had even laid her down.
I just stared at her for a minute, before pulling her shoes off and leaving the room quietly.