Fairy Tail Origins One-Shots!

Text Me When Your Sober PT.2

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David groaned as he sat up on the couch, pushing off the blanket that was haphazardly thrown over him. His head felt like it was splitting open, skull about to explode and the pounding in his ears made it hard to hear anything else. Still, as he spotted Lucas Caligo making his way into the kitchen of their suite-style dorm, he decided to try to make conversation.

"Hey, Lucas?"

Lucas turned around, spotted him and grinned. "Ah, he's finally awake."

"What happened last night?"

He laughed, somewhat bitterly. "Too much shit, man. I've already had to restrain myself from knocking my head in with a hammer at least three times this morning. I hate this. Hangovers suck. But hey, at least we're better off than Ritchie. He got well acquainted with the toilet seat last night."

"I don't remember... we got, separated, didn't we? How did I end up at home again?" David asked, trying to jog his memory

"Oh. Some... dude brought you home. It was somebody we knew. He didn't stay around for long. I don't really remember."

"Some guy...?" David held his head in his hand, trying to clear up the foggy memory. "Who?"

"Dunno. I was still really drunk at the time, it was all fuzzy. You were jabbering on about how amazing and incredible he was, and how cool it was of him to drive you home, even if he didn't drink the drink you bought him."

"I..." David pulled himself up to a standing position, stumbling and using the wall for support. He paused, trying to remember, As he stood, he heard something crinkling in his back pocket. He pulled out a paper, and tentatively started unfolding it.

If you feel the same way tomorrow as you did tonight, text me.

Following the message, a phone number was written. The letters were shaky and uneven; it looked like it had been written in the dark. In a bar, maybe? David didn't know. But there was something about the period on the end of that sentence, the way the letters curled at the bottom, that seemed familiar to him. But with his head pounding, he couldn't figure out what it was.

Finally, after staring at it for about 2 minutes. David gasped.

That's... Mario's handwriting...

Shit. The memories hit him like a tidal wave, coursing through his head. While David was having a gay panic. It took David a couple of moments to wonder why Mario would give David his number if he already had it, but he knew why. Mario was all for theatrics. He showed, he didn't tell, through actions and scenarios rather than words. It was his whole thing. If he left his number in David's pocket, he was trying to make a point. David should text him about it. Mario's point was absolutely clear to him.

"Oh, man," he mumbled, his heart beat thumping loudly in his chest as he realized exactly how much he had flirted with the other boy.

"What?" Lucas asked, raising and eyebrow in confusion.

"It's Mario." He explained feverishly.

Lucas paused, before he laughed so hard that David was concerned that his eye might pop out of his skull. The other boy frowned at him, shaking his head while he shook with laughter. "That's not funny!" David complained.

Lucas giggled. "I mean, it kind of is." He said with a snicker. "Oh man. You said all of those amazing things about Mario to his face! Oh my god this is amazing. You flirted with him directly! David, this is a breakthrough!"

"No it's not!" He panicked, his brain doing error circles repetitively. "What if he, like, hated it? Oh my god what if I tried to kiss him or something?!"