12. Roommates AU and 56. Awful First Meeting AU - …omg they were roommates
Lucy hates being in a new city without knowing anyone. It makes her feel lost and vulnerable and it’s a feeling that she doesn’t sit alone well with. Especially after a shitty day at work. It’s why she’s sitting a bar down the street from her new apartment - well, new apartment in a few days because the job with her father started earlier than she had anticipated so she’s been living out of a duffel in a hotel.
“I’ll have two of what she’s having,” a voice suddenly says beside her.
Lucy looks over to see a beautiful woman with auburn hair slide into the seat beside her. She notices the smooth expanse of her pale skin because of the bob cut she’s got going. It’s extremely vivid and Lucy’s pretty sure it’s because of the three shots she’s already had.
“Oh, no I couldn’t–” Lucy presumes the second drink is for her.
The woman looks at her, raising her eyebrows playfully as the bartender pours two shots of the whiskey Lucy’s been drinking. “What makes you think they’re for you?” she asks cheekily, taking the first shot just as the bartender pours the second.
Lucy lets out an incredulous chuckle. “My mistake.”
The woman takes the second shot with a smirk on her lips before waving the bartender for more. “Would you like me to buy you a drink?”
Lucy stares curiously at the woman.
“Well, I didn’t want to be presumptuous,” she playfully explains.
Lucy scoffs, again caught off guard by her response. “Are you always a smart ass?”
The woman looks mighty impressed by Lucy’s directness. “Would it bother you if I said yes?”
Lucy narrows her eyes and licks her lips unconsciously. “I haven’t decided yet.”
Four dart games, two pool games, and way too much to drink later, Lucy hasn’t decided if Alex, whose name she discovers after winning the third game of darts, is bothersome. She does get Lucy bothered though and hot. Really hot.
It might be all the shots they keep taking like water, but Alex is extremely hot and smart. She can hold her liquor, talk to Lucy about sciences, and play pool really fucking well.
Lucy feels dizzy as she enters the bathroom blindly, dragging Alex with her by her t-shirt their lips kissing fervently.
The stall is small, cramped, and hot. It makes Lucy hotter and hotter. Alex’s hand slips under her shirt and Lucy’s tugs at her belt.
“I don’t–” Alex mumbles against Lucy’s lips. “-usually do this.”
Lucy smiles as she feels the sink behind her. “I don’t either,” she admits. A hand grasps at nape of Alex’s neck, playing with the short hairs. “But I really want you right now.”
Alex shudders against Lucy. “Are you sure?” The confidence and bravado she exuded earlier replaced with quiet apprehension and modesty. It’s cute and makes Lucy want her even more.
Lucy lazily smiles. “Uh huh,” she leans into Alex, nibbling her bottom lip.
Alex groans and they keep kissing. It feels like they’re kissing forever. Lucy feels her body get hotter up to her neck. She tries to breathe through the kisses because she doesn’t want to stop. The dizziness starts to get to her though and she can’t focus. Alex’s hands are under her shirt, caressing her waist and she feels her stomach turn.
Lucy groans, feeling sick. “Wai–” She pushes Alex back, pushing herself from the sink and dropping to her knees, her feet hit Alex’s shins. And she goes straight for the toilet to vomit.
Everything that comes up feels fucking awful. And it doesn’t stop. The whiskey she had tastes worse coming back up, burning her throat slightly as she heaves. “Fuck, fuck, fuck–” Lucy groans as she rubs her forehead, there’s a thin sheen of sweat. It feels even hotter than before.
Suddenly, there are hands at her neck, pulling back her hair before a paper towel is put before her face. Lucy glances over and sees Alex staring with concern. “This is embarrassing,” Lucy sadly says as she takes the paper towel to wipe her mouth. Before she can finish wiping, she feels the need to vomit again and Alex holds onto her hair, rubbing her back, and telling her it’s going to be fine.
Needless to say, the night doesn’t go on for much longer. Lucy all but books it out of the bathroom, still dizzy, slightly sick, and definitely drunk. It is mortifyingly embarrassing. Luckily, once she’s outside, she starts to sober up, just slightly, climbs into a cab back to her hotel and hopes that she never has to see Alex again.
It’s a shame though because Alex actually seemed like a really awesome person. Lucy just feels like she made a goddamn fool of herself. Throwing up in the bathroom of a bar with a girl you were almost about to have sex with. God, she wasn’t in college anymore. Even then, she held it together much better in college than that night.
Part of her wants to at least say Thank you to Alex but she’s never going to have that opportunity. She thought they exchanged numbers but all Lucy vaguely remembers is calling her cell phone from Alex’s phone so that she had her number.
There are no missed calls the next morning and the only message she sees is from her roommate, who is coincidentally named Alex, asking “are you alive?”
What the hell is that supposed to mean?
Lucy doesn’t get to respond though because she gets called away to work, completely disgustingly hungover and drowned under paperwork until the weekend.
It’s been a few days since her bar incident and she thinks about Alex almost everyday, still mortified at how much of a fool she made of herself.
On the day she moves in, she gets a weird text from her roommate asking if she was still going to move in.
Lucy is literally at the door with her duffel bag when she gets the text. Instead of texting, she knocks on the door.
In a second, the door swings open and Alex, her Alex–the bar Alex, stands before her, wearing glasses and athletic shorts and a NCU sweatshirt. Lucy’s jaw drops because for a second she doesn’t recognize Alex from the bar because she looks less badass smooth operating lesbian and more…girl next door?
“Hey, you’re here!” Alex greets just as surprised. “I just texted you.”
Lucy tries to wrap her head around what the fuck is going on. “Wait–do you have a twin?”
Alex furrows her brows in confusion and it’s ridiculously cute. Not hot, CUTE. “What? No, I don’t have a twin.”
“But–you–we–you’re Alex from the bar right?”
Alex blushes and nods. “Yeah, that’s me,” she rubs the back of her neck. “I thought you figured it out too when I texted you.” Lucy stares in confusion. “Yeah, at the bar when you dialed your number into my phone, your name showed up already. I feel like we talked about this.”
Lucy rubs her forehead painfully. “That night is partly hazy to me,” she admits.
“Oh,” Alex lets out. “So what do you remember?”
Lucy swallows, now she blushes. “I remember drinking a lot with you, darts, pool.” She clears her throat. “We, the–in the bathroom” Alex nods quickly, she was there and she remembers “…and me throwing up.” Then it clicks. “Oh! That’s why you texted if I was alive.”
Alex chuckles. “Yes, that’s why I texted. When you didn’t respond I thought you were that embarrassed because you realized we were going to be roommate. Thought you maybe didn’t want to move in…to avoid any awkwardness.”
“Oh,” Lucy lets out. “I get that text a lot better now.” In that brief moment, Lucy weighs her options because Alex is still staring at her curiously wondering what her next move is. “We are both grown adults, we can work this out right?”
Alex doesn’t say anything and lets Lucy into the apartment. This might be the worst idea ever.
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