honestly: this is based off of something that happened irl. it's fun.

smitheryees

person: ryan bergara!

song for this chapter: First Time He Kissed a Boy by Kadie Elder (since i'm the mega gay honestly)

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y/n's pov

I sighed, rolling my eyes as my phone vibrated on the table, setting down the carton of Chinese takeout I had been sob-eating. I picked it up, groaning as I noticed it was a message from my best friend, Claire. (smitheryees ;)

Ghoulfriend

Bitch

Ghoulfriend

do not tell me you're still moping over that asshole

queen ghoul

so what if I am

queen ghoul

can i not have the right to cry after i caught my boyfriend cheating

Ghoulfriend

nick was an asshole

Ghoulfriend

aNYWAY

ghoulfriend

i got a reservation at neon gravestones

queen ghoul

wh- how? that's the most premiere club in the city

ghoulfriend

well, i now have a hole in my wallet

ghoulfriend

but whatever, get ready.

ghoulfriend

i'll pick you up at seven!!!

I sighed and looked at the clock on the wall, putting my phone down. It was currently 6:15,which gave me some time to get ready. I looked at the picture on my table, and decided on something. "Let's make this a fresh start." I picked the picture up, which was a picture of me and Nick. 

I ran to my kitchen and pulled out some plastic bags, and then laid them over my carpet, keeping them opened upwards. 

I raised it up over my head, and threw it onto the ground, sending spiderweb cracks along it's surface and breaking out the glass, sending a spray of glass over the plastic bag surface I'd set it on. I smashed it with my (protectively sock covered) foot, letting the glass fully shatter. 

I smiled as I pulled my foot back, seeing the picture broken up. I carefully gathered up all the glass and pulled my socks off, throwing them both in the trash.

I decided to go and get ready after that, feeling like a weight had been lifted off my shoulders. 

-after taking a shower and all that normal stuff-

I opened my closet, spotting a dress in the back that I'd never worn, mostly because Nick would never let me. But after I smashed that picture, I felt so much better about myself, and pulled out, admiring it in the light of my room. 

It was a silken black dress, with off-shoulder sleeves and a sweetheart neckline with lace bordering. The bottom had silver lace scalloping it, and the lace just barely brushed the tops of my knees, with the soft fabric hugging all the right places and being loose where I needed it to be.

I grabbed some simple jewelry and did my makeup, and after a ten minute moment of struggling to zip up my dress, I walked out of my room, checking the time.  It was 6:50, and after a text from Claire (on  my way!) I went to my garage, pulling out a pair of black kitten heels.

I quickly grabbed a purse and stuffed my phone with some lip gloss on my way out the door, hearing Claire pull up to the door and honk exactly once as I headed out. 

-once you two drive there, since i'm way too lazy to write that for some reason-

I got out of the car, my eyes widening as I looked at the gaping neon exterior of Neon Gravestones, and the mile winding line outside of the club. I grabbed my purse as Claire killed the engine, getting out and walking to my side. 

"Excited?" Claire asked, nudging me. "Of course. Time for me to actually get out there and do something." We both walked towards the entrance, and Claire flashed two passes at the guard waiting by the door, and he opened the door to let us in.

I was left staring at the opulent interior of the club, with multiple levels and sitting areas on each floor of the club. The top floor had a balcony to gaze over the dance floor, and there were extensive bar area at each part of the building. 

I looked to my side for Claire, before i realized that she had already run off and was flirting with a beautiful girl at a first floor couch alcove. She looked at me and smiled, then went back to her conversation. I rolled my eyes at her and ascended the stairs, going towards the second floor bar, so I could still watch over the dance floor. 

I slid into a bar seat next to a quite handsome man, and tapped my fingers on the bar for a drink quickly. I looked at the man beside me, and I could feel my cheeks burning as I looked him. 

He had tanned skin, with soft-looking dark hair and deep eyes you could fall into. He had on a shirt and pants, with very clear muscles as he took a sip of his whiskey. I turned towards the bar as I ordered a strawberry daiquiri with double rum and a shot of whiskey(fuckin fight me, it tastes like heaven, but it gets me so trashed😩) and I noticed him looking at me from the corner of his eye.  

I turned my barstool to face him, and smiled, crossing my legs as I sipped at my drink. "Hi." I said, smiling at him. He turned to face me, and smiled, his soft smile causing me to blush. "Hey!" He said, sipping from his glass. "My name's Ryan." He said after a beat of silence, making me smile gently. "My name's y/n." 

Ryan grinned. "That's a nice name." He looked at the dance floor, draining his drink and putting it down next to another empty glass, at the same time I completed my daiquiri. "Do you want to dance?" I nodded, taking Ryan's hand as I stepped off the stool. We walked over to the smaller, but still packed dance floor on the second floor, and we started to dance, with me dancing like there was no one watching. 

In reality, there was no one watching me but Ryan, who moved along with me as he kept his gaze trained on my face while he held my hands. I looked at him and blushed, feeling the definite effects of the drink kicking in. A few minutes later, Ryan twirled me once, the hem of my dress spinning out as I fell into his arms, both of us laughing as the drinks kicked in.

I looked up into his eyes, finding pure admiration and want in his eyes, as both of us went quiet. The crowd around us still moved to the beat of an unheard song, but the two of us just gazed into the other's eyes, with me still braced up against his chest. 

Ryan moved closer to me, carefully pressing his lips against mine. I could taste the whiskey on his lips and the rum on mine, but I pressed back against his soft pink lips. Ryan wrapped his arms around me securely, and I tugged at his jacket collar softly. 

Ryan broke his lips away from mine, and we both looked at each other, the same thought coursing through our minds. 

The rest of the night was a blur in my mind.

-the next morning o O o O-

I groaned as I opened my eyes, my head throbbing and my mouth dry as sandpaper. I felt like the world was spinning, but I managed to get up, and I spotted something on (thank god, it was my room) my nightstand. I blinked as my vision cleared, and noticed that it was a glass of water and two pills with a piece of paper next to it.

I downed the water and the pills first, and then I carefully picked up the note, sighing in shock and slight sadness.

hi, y/n.

my name's ryan. i'm assuming, like me, you don't remember what last night. but, i do know that we might have fucked. one-night stands, right?

i really like you. like, as more than a one time thing. i'm giving you my number, and i hope you can put it to good use.

-ryan ✩ 

(xxx)-xxx-xxxx

Oh, I would definitely use this number. 

hey enjoy this really shitty one-shot i wrote in two hours

~lily