Happy Pride Month! This month I'll be partaking in the Pride Month Bingo challenge hosted by @queenofbaws, @unicornaffair, and @jadedsunshine.
(Feel free to blacklist #kenziewritespride or #pridemonthchallege2024 if you want to avoid these posts going forward!)
Today I've decided to start off with the prompt that came to me first: There Was Only One Bed! This fic is written about my Total Drama OC, Dannie, and her ex-girlfriend Lola (@horatios-mom's character)! Feel free to check out the @teadocs blog for more info on those two, but other that without further ado, my first fic for this month!
The competition was down to just a few pairs. Charlie and Chad (the married couple), Skylar and Ethan (the siblings), and Dannie and Lola (the exes). And over the span of the last round, Dannie and Lola had been all but at each other’s throats. And by the time they got back to the hotel where they’d been put up for the night, Dannie was exhausted.
All she wanted to do was curl up in her bed and go to sleep and not speak to Lola until the next morning. After all, she’d been on the receiving end of a passive aggressive comment here and there and wasn’t 100% sure what she’d done to deserve most of them.
Lola unlocked their hotel room, “I’m gonna go to the bathroom.”
“Knock yourself out,” Dannie muttered, carrying her bag into the room, but quickly her face dropped when instead of two beds, there was only one.
The sound of the shower running came from the bathroom, and it wasn’t like Dannie was eager to invite Lola along to sort out this rooming situation. So she took a deep breath and went downstairs to the lobby, going to talk to the woman at the front desk.
“Hi, uh, there seems to be a misunderstanding. Me and my friend were supposed to have a room with two beds, but there’s only one. Can we get a different room?”
The woman clicked her tongue, “Sorry, no can do hun. It’s a busy season here. You see, the eclipse is in full totality so we’ve got loads of out of towners. Afraid there’s no more rooms to choose from.”
“You’ve gotta be fucking kidding me,” Dannie muttered.
“What’s the name on the booking?” The woman asked.
“Chris Mclean? I think.”
The woman typed it in and nodded, “I see. Three rooms, one bed each.”
“Chris did this? I swear next time I-” she clenched her jaw, “Thank you. I guess.”
“No problem, hun. Have a good night.”
Dannie went back up to their room, only then realizing she had forgotten her room key. She could picture it now, Lola chewing her out for yet another thing. She was definitely going to be banished to sleeping on the floor and that probably meant that she would be even more groggy for tomorrow’s filming. Fuck her.
She knocked on the door. Twice. And then it opened up to Lola standing there in a towel.
“What are you doing? I thought you were in here already?”
“Trying to figure out our room,” she admitted, “There’s only one bed.”
Lola’s face dropped, “Oh.”
“Yeah. But cause of the stupid eclipse, they can’t give us a different room cause there isn’t one.”
“And here I thought that just happened in Mads’ fanfics,” Lola chuckled lightly under her breath.
“Can I come back in?”
Lola nodded, moving out of the way of the door and ducking back into the bathroom as Dannie walked in. She walked to her bag, unzipping and pulling out her go-to pajama shirt. It was an old Five Nights At Freddy’s t-shirt with William Afton on it. The once black fabric was a faded charcoal gray, the vibrant purple on the TV screens behind him somehow in good condition. She slipped off her shirt and unhooked her bra, letting it drop from her arms before pulling the FNAF shirt on.
“That’s a blast from the past,” Lola said, emerging from the shower to spot Dannie pulling it on.
“Huh?”
“Do you remember? You used to wear that shirt all the time when we were dating,” she explained.
“Oh,” Dannie glanced down at it, “Yeah I did.”
“It’s seen better days,” Lola said, setting her bag down on the floor and sitting down on the edge of the bed.
That’s it, she was definitely on the floor.
Dannie took one of the pillows and blankets from the bed and laid it on the floor, and was just about to sit down when Lola piped in, “What are you doing?”
“Th- What do you mean? I’m sleeping on the floor.”
“Why?”
“Because… There's only one bed. I figured you would want it.”
Lola blinked at her for a second, “Oh. I guess I didn’t… realize.”
“Realize what?”
“That we wouldn’t just share it,” Lola shrugged.
Dannie scoffed, shrugging, “I figured you wouldn’t want to.”
Lola was silent for a second, as if she was trying to figure out what Dannie meant by that. Then she sighed, “Oh. Yeah. Um. I’ve been PMSing a lot lately and I guess I didn’t think about the fact I was taking it out on you. I’m sorry.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. But if you want to take the floor that’s fine. I just figured it wouldn’t be the first time we shared a bed. We’re both adults. We’re friends. We can survive one night in a comfortable bed.”
Dannie thought about it for a second. Lola did have a point. They were friends. Had been for years. Just cause the show had labeled them “the exes” didn’t mean they had to be enemies. And the more she thought about it, the more she felt the bed calling to her.
“Okay,” she picked up her pillow and blanket, setting it back on the bed, “Thanks.”
“Yeah,” Lola nodded, getting under the blankets and settling down.
Dannie did the same, taking a deep breath as she sunk into the bed, “Goodnight Lola.”
“Goodnight Dannie.”
---