20. I kinda like you. (Based on the song 'we are young')
Requested by F1driver002vroom
There is a somewhat descriptive blood scene, but it is not too gory at all.
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I walk into the bar.
Why?
Why not!
My life is crap.
So I come here.
I used to come here as a late teenager and in my early twenties. All the guys would swarm me and hit on me and the friends I would come with. Now I'm older. Not by much. I'm in my late twenties. So guess yeah, I am older.
My life is crap.
I lost my uncle a few months back, and it was the worst experience. I tripped and fell at the funeral, and cut my arm. It was a massive gash. If it wat any other time, I would have run to a first aid kit, and maybe called an ambulance or gone to the ER for stitches.
But this was my uncles funeral.
I would NOT just get up and leave.
So I stayed.
Blood dripping down my arm.
It stung.
The blood wouldnt stop.
I use the first aid training I've had over the years and apply pressure.
The dirt and salt from my tears on my hand sting as I cover the wound.
After the funeral, I refused to go to the hospital. I probably would have needed about 4 or 5 wide stitches, but I didnt go.
It left a scar.
A long scar down my forearm.
Everyone who saw it thought it was from self harm.
Hearing that hurt my heart.
I sit at the bar.
Same spot I always used to. I would have 3friends to the left and 1 to the right.
Ironically enough, those seats are empty tonight. There are people past those chairs, but not in the places of my friends.
This man walks into the bar.
Music starts playing, and everyone who was at the bar went to the dance floor.
The stranger ordered his drink.
Coincidentally, same as mine.
"Come here often?" He asks me
"Used to. When I was young and beautiful" I reply sarcastically and take a gulp of my drink.
The man scoffs.
"You still got it. Unlike some of us" the man said as he takes a gulp of his.
" Let me guess. Crap life right about now?" He asks.
I nod.
"The outfit, drink and nostalgic memory references gave it away. You came in an outfit that isnt a typical hooker outfit. Unusual for a bar. The drink is the same as mine. Light beer with half a vodka shot. Beer is for when houre tired or bummed out and extra alcohol is when the problem is huge and consumes your life. Then you said 'when I was young and beautiful' meaning you dont feel that way anymore. Could it be the scar that is adding to that thought?" He asks and takes my wrist. He turns it, so the scar is visible.
Give me a second I
I need to get my story straight
My friends are in the bathroom getting higher than the Empire State
My lover she's waiting for me just across the bar
My seat's been taken by some sunglasses asking about a scar, and
I know I gave it to you months ago
I know you're trying to forget
"Geez, thanks for bringing it up." I say sarcastically as I pull my sleeve over it. "It isnt self harm if that's what you thought. It was an accident. I fell at my uncles funeral." I say, hugely embarrassed.
The man takes my arm again. He looks at it. He turns my arm over. Kisses the back of my wrist.
"I think it makes you beautiful." He said as he leaned forward when he kissed my hand and looked up at me.
I blush.
Most people judge my scar. I've never met someone who doesnt judge it.
"Daniel" he said.
"Y/N" I reply.
"Well, I know better than to get between a sad person and their drink, so I'll leave you be. Dont let anyone take my drink. I'm going to run to the bathroom." He said as he stood up.
By the time he came back, I had finished my drink and was playfully stealing sips from his. If he wanted, I would buy him another.
He came back to an empty drink.
I couldnt keep a straight face.
Normally I'm good at that, and this wasnt even really funny.
But I'm drunk.
Leave me be.
Daniel laughs too.
He asks for two beers.
When the bartender brings them, he takes 3 big sips from one.
Then passes it to me.
"There you go. That's what you get for drinking my drink." He laughs. He drinks his.
So if by the time the bar closes
And you feel like falling down, I'll carry you home
"Y/N, you're already drunk. Do you have a ride?" He asks.
I shake my head slowly, realizing I didnt think this through.
"Its fine. I'll stay sober and take care of it." He offers.
"No no. Please dont worry. I'll find a guy to drive me. Or I'll find an uber. Wait, no. My phones dead." I say.
"Then you're definetly not getting into some random man's car, drunk, without a phone. I will carry you come if need be." He said. I thank him.
"Now. Back to your original comment about 'used to be' beautiful. Lies. Come on. We are young. We could both use a night off. Let's live it up. Okay? I'll take you home." He said.
We danced and enjoyed the night.
As he walked me home, he whispered in my ear.
"I kinda like you."
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F1 one shots
Fanfictionso this book is going to be all one shots. I have another book for imagines and preferences, but those all follow one massive story line and one shots would mess that up. so I'll put em a here. requests are always open.
