Oneshots and Other Assortments

Alren

A/N: Okay well now I've got that mess of feelings out.

XoClexaXo Again, hopefully this lives up to expectations. Sorry it's so short again.

Read and enjoy. :)

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Lauren groaned as she reached under her pillow, pulling her out as it vibrated incessantly. Squinting at the bright screen in the dark room, she swore as she saw it was yet another unknown number. "I'm going to kill Demi if she doesn't fix that fucking stall," she grumbled as she went to answer. "Leave me the fuck alone," she stated into the phone.

"Oh my god," she heard a slurred, feminine voice gasp on the other end of the line. "Aww, no, you're not a fairy. Stupid fake phone numbers."

Lauren frowned, sitting up in bed and turning on her light. "Are you okay?" she asked concernedly. This person might have been a total stranger, but from the slur of her voice, Lauren could tell she'd been at the bar for a while.

"No. People are stupid and you're not a fairy."

Lauren chuckled slightly. "I'm not a fairy. Why would you think that?"

"This wall says 'call for some magic' and then there's a number. But you're not a fairy. You're just a normal, boring person."

Yeah, Lauren was definitely going to have Demi fix that stall. However, she would admit this time around the call was a lot more amusing than the girls who had called in the past just looking to hook up.

"Are you okay?" she asked again. "Do you need a ride somewhere? Or for me to call someone for you?"

"I don't need help. My non-fairy friends are-" the stranger was interrupted by a round of hiccups, which Lauren had to fight back a laugh at "- friends are here."

Lauren hummed. "That's good, then. You should probably get back to them."

"No. They don't have magic powers. I don't want them."

Lauren openly laughed at that. "Why don't you go find them. Even though they don't have magic powers, they're still your friends and I'm sure they would want to make sure you get home safe."

"Ugh, fine," the stranger whined. "But I'm not gonna like it."

Lauren laughed, and then she heard voices in the background. "Hey, stranger, you alright?"

"Ally, who are you talking to?" a voice asked in the background, and Lauren assumed she had suddenly been put on speaker.

"The liar who's not actually a fairy."

"Well, hey, that's not fair. I didn't put my number on that stall," Lauren replied indignantly.

"Shush, liar."

"Alright, come on. I'm taking you home. I knew I shouldn't have let Dinah talk you into a shot drinking contest."

"No, wait, I wanna talk to the nice stranger some more."

"Ally, it is one in the morning. I'm sure the nice stranger would love to be asleep."

Lauren hummed. "I was asleep, actually."

"See, Ally, you woke the nice stranger up. Come on, let's just go home."

The stranger Lauren now knew to be Ally huffed. "Fine. I'm not happy about it though, Mani."

"I know you're not. You can be mad at me tomorrow if you even remember."

Lauren chuckled softly. "Hopefully you're not too hungover, either."

"Honestly. I'm never doubting Ally's drinking ability again. I thought she was a lightweight but damn was I wrong."

"Do you guys have a ride home?" Lauren questioned, playing with the end of her blanket. "Sounds like you guys have had an eventful night."

"I've got it covered," Mani, if Lauren heard her name correctly, replied. "Thank you, though. And sorry you were woken up so late."

"It's fine. I just need to talk to the owner and get that stall fixed." Lauren yawned, burrowing into her blankets. "I'll go now. Sounds like you've got a bit of drunk girl wrangling to do."

"Lucky me," Mani grumbled. "Sorry again for the interruption. Have a good night."

"You, too. I hope you make it home safely," Lauren replied.

"Bye nice stranger!" Ally yelled, a little too close to the phone before the call ended.

Lauren sighed, sliding her phone back under her pillows. She reached over and turned off the light, hoping to get to sleep quickly.

She'd have to get her number removed from the bathroom stall, but that call was one she didn't mind getting.

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Ally woke up the next morning to a splitting headache and a brightly lit room.

"Fuck," she muttered as she rolled over and hid her face in her pillows.

Her phone vibrated on the nightstand next to her bed, startling her.

Unkown number: Hey I don't know if you'll remember, but you got my number last night off a bathroom stall. I hope you made it home safely. It sounded like you were in capable hands though. - Lauren

Ally frowned at her phone screen. "What the fuck happened last night?"

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A/N: Hopefully you enjoyed, let me know what you think!

I really hope I wrote drunk Ally well, I've only ever been kind of drunk once (pro tip: please don't ever chug a Long Island on an empty stomach after getting nailed in the face by a volleyball. I don't care if someone dares you to do it don't do it mistakes were made in that decision) and I just was really out of it and didn't say much so I probably sucked at writing drunk Ally but I tried.