Lander oneshots 🫶🫶

Drunken calls 📞

🌧️- light angst
Mentions if alcohol and being drunk, but not stupid drunk, just tipsy Zander.😝‼️
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A peaceful life. 
Luke couldn't have that. So he settled on wanting something else:
One non manic night.
That's what Luke wanted today.
And he was going to get it dammit, he'd prepared for his lazy night in all week. He'd made sure none if his clubbing plans or pub nights with mates  landed on this Saturday, made sure that all of his university house mates plans did so he had the kitchen to himself and a quiet house for once.
He was ready to do nothing. He was SO ready.
Phase one of his plan was already underway, he'd started cooking his favourite vegetable stir fry in the empty shared kitchen. This lazy night was a reward for himself for finishing his crappy midterms and making new friends and getting a life at university. It was his own little dose of dopamine.
He was humming softly to himself as Pierce the veil played loudly in his ears. He messaged his auntie to triple check what noodles she'd used so he could buy them specially for tonight c he was so ready to devour this thing and was practically fantasising about this dinner, as he plates up his and pulls out a can of coke and attempting to play 'balance' with his phone, his plate and his drink.
He scurries on back to his room, turning his ancient macbook on and scrolling down his YouTube feed for a video, when his phone rings.
His phone rings on his peaceful  night.
No. You cannot ruin this.
He reads the number.
Nothing comes to mind.
He wants to leave it. He wants to send it to voicemail and hope they forget what they were going to tell him.
He should leave it, right? Probably a scam caller. He should leave it.
He should enjoy his lazy night...

But what if it isn't?
Curiosity getting the better of him, he mumbles a curse to himself just before he  clicks answer and holds the phone up to his ear.
"Hello? Luke speaking" he says as he clears his throat.

"Luuuuuuuuke! I did manage to remember your number" a familiar yet slurred voice is heard on the other end.

Shit.
Why did he answer?
He knows that voice.
That voice used to brighten his day and make things okay, that voice used to greet him r er day in college and high school.
Now it makes him crumble and want to crawl under the covers of his end and forget about his stir fry, he'd done so well in not calling him in the past year and a half. And he...well he didn't break his streak but he kind of did indulge in it

"Zander" he breathes, his hand going up to his hair. "What the fuck?"
"Hey Luke" he giggles, clearly this phone call was not that of a sober choice. "I thought I'd got your number— wrong" he says, snickering. "I guess the wine really got my gears-a-turning!" He giggles again.
Drunk Zander used to make him weak in the knees, he was all flirty and giggly, the more alcohol that got in him, the more touchy feely he got which was rare for Zander most of the time.
"You said that" the auburn haired male sternly says , passive agressivly eating some stir fry.
"I don't careee" he singsongs. "What are you doing right now?" He asks with playful tune in his voice.
This has to be a joke
Or a really good Zander impersonator.
"I...I'm uh, in my room eating stir fry." He pathetically says. Why is the universe so cruel? Why did he reply?! Why?! And why sound like a kicked puppy?!
"Awww...are you with anyone?" He asks, and even though the line isn't the best, the yellow eyed boy could just feel the deeper meaning in that silly voice.
He meant more than just this night.
...
"I- I'm not...not with anyone - just me, all my friends are clubbing, but I fancied a night in...by myself..."
"I didn't mean just tonight."
"I know. That doesn't change me comment" the yellow eyed male bit back.
"You have a shorter fuse than you used to" the voice on the other end of the line remarks.
"Yeah, just a thought Zan, , my exes may not be on the list if people I'm very patient with" he gruffly replies, leaning back on his bed. "They are just below passive agressive cashiers, bigots and people that go to work and lectures even thought they are sick and they could spread their gritty illnesses" he rambles.
"I didn't know you turned into such a getmaphobe lukey" he giggles, and the auburn haired male hears the clink of a wine glass on a counter.
Wine drunk Zander is always the most...potent.
"Zan-"
"Oh! And how's life in London?" He asks, a hint of aggression in his tone, that sassiness that drew Luke to him like a moth to a flame. It wounds him that now the thing that drew him to his ex is now being used against him.
"I'm studying at winshire, about an hour from where we used to live, Haley is studying a bit further" he carries on.