DJ/EDM Oneshots [DISCONTINUED]

F.R.I.E.N.D.S (Alan Walker × Marshmello)

To your surprise, this isn't just based on 'Friends' by Marshmello, it's also based on 'bloodline' by Ariana Grande. Both are great songs.

(Alan's POV)

   "You know, Alan, you'd have a hell of a better time if you'd stop frowning," Kyrre put my hand on my shoulder. I sighed and tried to tell myself that I am happy.

   I just got out of a nasty breakup with my ex-girlfriend and I was completely berated and heartbroken. She had the audacity to cheat and then blame it on me, saying I was "doing something wrong" that made her cheat. I tried my best, I gave her everything she wanted, I tried to please her as best as I could, but she never showed it back. Ky and Ken were trying to take me to a club to cheer me up, it was full of celebrities and paparazzi, the last thing I need is more drama. I wasn't feeling the whole happy vibe, how can I be happy when my girlfriend cheated and left me for the douchebag she cheated on me with. The club lights and loud music didn't cure my somber mood. Drinking alcohol wasn't helping my problem either but it helped the pain temporarily. 

"C'mon, Alan! If you're gonna drink, at least dance while drinking!" Ken told me. I sighed once again.

"Alright, I told you more than twice!" He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the dance floor.

"Hva I helvete, Ken?" I exclaimed.

"I asked nicely before and you didn't answer! So please, dance for me and Ky. Show us you're just a little happy?" He smiled softly at me. 

"Fine. . ." I mumbled. He smiled.

"Okay, well, I'm gonna find Ky, just stay here and call me if you need something," He said as he left me on the dance floor. I stayed completely still, hoping everyone would just ignore me. Someone then bumped into me, spilling my drink in my hand.

"Oh, I'm sorry!" He apologized.

"It's fine. . ." I trailed off when I saw him. He was. . . Attractive. Out of all the pretty people here, he was the one who caught my attention.

"U-Um, sorry, you. . . Okay?" He asked. I nodded slowly.

"Here," He took off his white jacket.

"Sorry I got your hoodie wet, you can wear that if you'd like. . ." He said. 

"Oh, thanks. . ." I mumbled before taking off my hoodie and putting on his jacket.

"What are you gonna do with the hoodie?" He asked.

"It's not soaked so I'll just wear it around my waist," I said as I tied my hoodie around my hips.

"If you want, I can pay for your drink. . ." He offered.

"Oh, no! It's fine, besides, my friends are probably looking for me." I told him.
As much as he was tempting me, I couldn't, I'm not looking for love yet and I think I need to just have more fun than love. I walked away from him and back to the bar, immediately, Ken patted me on my back.

"Alan~ You know you can have a little more fun than just dancing~" He cooed.

"W-What? N-No he was just being nice to me and he offered to pay for my drink. . ." I mumbled.

"C'mon! When they offer to pay for your drink, you know they want something a little more than just a drink,"

"Besides, you can toy with his emotions. Make him think you're into him, do something lewd, and just leave him hanging!" He smiled brightly. 

"No! I'm not gonna toy with some stranger's emotions!" I retorted.

"Just do it! If you want, you don't have to toy, just show off your body!" He exclaimed. I stayed silent before speaking out.