"y/n??? you are one lightweight."
you heard a voice faintly giggle.

bright lights were all around while you tried to steady your vision. Then, you realized you were on a bed.

Not your bed. Not Links, or Rhetts.

A stranger ?

you jumped up

"who are you?? where am i??"

"yo, chill," the girl said calmly, "you met me last night, remember? you were crying, and then you had too much to drink and crashed so i brought you to my house."

"o-oh," you nervously chuckled, scratching your head and yawning. "y'know, i never did get your-"

"Alison, is my name. Now come on, you should shower. And yes, you changed into your underwear yourself."

You looked down and immediately covered yourself. When you looked next to you your shoes and dress were scattered on the bed. you looked horrified.

"Don't worry. We're both girls. Plus, its not nearly as bad as your dance moves last night at the club."

"the club??"

"girl you shook that ass like you didnt give a crap about anything or anyone."

your eyes widened and you blushed.

"by the way, your phones been blowing up."

you shrugged and got up with the blanket still covering you, "can i borrow some clothes?"

Alison nodded and picked you out a pair of leggings and a hoodie. she then showed you how the shower worked and gave you a towel.

"When your done, come downstairs and we can have breakfast, and then i can take you home."

you smiled and nodded.

-short time skip-

"heres my number in case you wanna hang out again, or anything happens." alison said smiling, handing you a slightly crumpled napkin from her car.

you thanked her lightly and finally walked to your door, unlocking it and sitting on the couch with a sigh.

you were wearing her leggings and sweatshirt, and decided on changing into something else, so you went up to your room to put on some shorts and a big t shirt.

then, you heard a loud knock.

"police, open up."

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⏰ Last updated: Mar 01, 2020 ⏰

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