"A lone sword" -a one-shots book

" hangover soup "

the table x reader

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The smoggy city air was the first thing I noticed when I woke up. The second was the cold, and the third was the cool metal of the bench.

I had slept outside, for some reason I could barely remember and I was having the worst memory problems of my life. I tried to collect my thoughts as I stretched out, noticing the massive buildings in front of me and the massive amount of pedestrians around it.

I looked around for more context clues to explain my situation before noticing my phone on the ground next to me, I must've dropped it as I woke up.

I hastily unlocked my phone to first check my location. To my surprise I wasn't in New York or even anywhere in the northern region of America but in Atlanta, Georgia. My deep breath turned white as it was released into the air, I pulled out my phone in an attempt to find someone to help me out. My warm skin turned scarlet as I read the impossible amounts of texts and voicemails left by my friends.

Most of which being received by California. My hand slid across my face as I attempted to think of someone to call who wouldn't harbor that much judgement to my current situation.

...

"Is Louisiana with you?" I chewed my nails as I heard some insanely loud music blaring in the background.

"Huh?! Who is this?!" Florida yelled into his phone, I rolled my eyes and just decided I'd be better off texting him.

I tried to not give my phone number to everyone so only one person in every region had my number. Though Gov, Hawaii, and Alaska bypassed that rule, but Florida always seemed to get his hands on it somehow.

I chose to just text Florida my location and let the mystery of it lead him to me. The cold in Georgia was thankfully not as bad as Alaska or New York but cold was still cold. And I was freezing, the only clothing I had on being a thin shirt and jeans. My phone went off signaling a call. I immediately clicked the green answer button.

"Y/N? Did you just call me?" Florida sounded off, slurred maybe.

"Yeah, can you look at your texts? I need you to pick me up." I walked over to a mostly obscured area as I patiently awaited for his response.

"Would Georgia like you leaving so soon?" I could hear Louisiana's accent in the background of the call attempting to talk to Florida. "Wait now that I think of it can you even remember last night?"

"Florida please just pick me up. I'm stressed out right now." I moaned as I kicked some trash out of the way. "Please~"

"Wow Y/N you sound hot when you're all whiny like that." A lower tone taking his voice as he flirted. "You want me to-"

I could hear Louisiana snatching Florida's phone out of his hands repremanding him for his bullying.

"Sorry 'bout him Y/N. He's all excited 'cause of the drinking and such. What did ya need?" Louisiana sweetly said, I could hear Florida's protests and dramatics.

"Thank God, Louisiana can you come get me? I'm like freezing and Florida is insanely distracted." The line went silent for barely a second when I heard a snap.

...

"So what do you remember?" Louisiana tapped out a song I couldn't recognize on the table as his finished his milkshake.

I ripped apart the waffle fries in an attempt to look busy. "Me and Cali and Austin came back from the trip, York's all fussy about something and Georgia comes over to whine about sports. I drink and fall asleep, the end." I took a bite of my fry and I leaned back in my seat. "I don't remember you guys being there at all."