sypnosis : after danielas boyfriend cheats on her, daniela tries to solve her issues by drinking, fortunately this puts her in the position she wants to be in.
pairing : daniela avanzini x megan skiendel
warnings : cheating, makeout sessions, alcohol usage implied
wc : 🤷🏻♀️
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megan lay still in the silence of her room, her plush bed sinking beneath her as she rolls onto her stomach. her face descends into her pillow as she lets out a small sigh. today was one of the days she felt the loneliest, on top of that she had no errands to run.
this meant her day was full of video games and food that didn’t benefit her health in the slightest. after a couple of hours at her PC, she decided she grew sick of the screen infront of her face.
so, that leads us to her current situation.
alone, and unfulfilled.
she turns onto her back once more, trying to reposition herself comfortably. she repositions the blanket, and finally finds a comfortable position to fall asleep in.
at last, she’s finally drifting off.
surely, her phone lights up with a loud buzz. she sighs ahead of propping herself up to grab her phone and read the contact name.
*dani🖤 is calling..*
she rubs her eyes gently before pressing the accept button. “dani, hi, what’s up?” she answers, without a clue for what’s to come next.
“megannn, i missed your voiceee..” daniela says, although it’s unclear.
“I missed you too, dani. where are you?” megan asks.
“im at the bar off mainstreet.” daniela says, the crowd making her words sound muffled.
megan sits up, putting her phone on speaker and turning her lamp on. “daniela, I can’t hear you.”
a couple seconds pass, and daniela begins to speak once more. “can you hear me now, mei?”
“i can, now what did you say?”
“im at the bar off mainstreet, im drunk.”
megan sits with her phone laying beside her on her bed, thinking. daniela isn’t the type to get drunk. especially not on a tuesday night.
“is something wrong?”
through the phone, megan hears daniela let out a light sniffle before answering, “jonah and i had a fight. he had some girls in his phone and..”
“girls,” megan interrupts, “he has it all with you.”
“im coming to pick you up. make your way outside.” megan says quickly before hanging up the phone.
she kicks herself up out of bed and grabs her leather jacket, throwing it over her pajama shirt. finally, she grabs her keys and runs out to her car.
with that, megan is speeding out of her driveway to the bar she knew all too well. she would usually spend her saturday nights here looking for something she wouldn’t remember by morning.
when she pulls into the bar, she sees daniela standing outside surrounded by other intoxicated people. daniela stands there, hugging herself, because her clothes were certainly not enough to keep her warm.
megan pulls up to the curb and rolls down the window, “get in.”
immediately, daniela pulls the door open and throws herself into the car. her movements are uncontrolled and messy, and she smells strongly of alcohol.
megan speeds off out of the parking lot, working to get daniela home as quickly as possible.
“since when did drinking become your escape?” megan interrogates.
rather than a verbal response, daniela begins to sob into her hands. her chest heaves up and down, as if she’d held in her emotions the whole night.
“hey, don’t cry dani,” megan says in effort to comfort her while keeping her eyes on the road. she offers her free hand to pat her thigh.
“why am i not enough for him, megan? he says im the most beautiful woman to exist then he turns around and contradicts it all.”
megan pats her leg once more, “he’s fucking stupid, daniela. you’re a grand woman and you deserve better than that.”
daniela sniffles before placing her hand over megans and squeezing it. this earns a smile from megan and a thought from daniela.
“sometimes i wish he was you,” daniela says.
megans eyes widen and her hand freezes on the steering wheel. she shakes her head and looks over to daniela.
“you don’t mean that, you’re drunk,” megan says, smiling nervously.
danielas eyes meet their hands resting on her lap. she sniffles, this time softer.
“i do mean it, megan. my mind might be everywhere right now, but when im sober i promise it rests on you.”
as they pull into danielas driveway, daniela squeezes megans hand harder. she looks over to megan, who’s red-faced.
“don’t leave me tonight, please,” she begs megan softly.
megan agrees with a gentle nod, and steps out of the car. she makes her way to danielas door, thoughts racing through her mind. did daniela really feel this way? she couldn’t. she has a boyfriend.
she opens the door, grabbing danielas hand to ensure her stability. when they reach her front door, daniela scrummages through her bag for her house keys. when she finds them, she unlocks the door for the pair to enter.
daniela kicks off her heels at the door, then plops onto her couch. megan slides her shoes off before redirecting herself to daniela.
“get up, let’s get you changed.”
daniela looks up to her before sighing. she stands back up, following megan to her bedroom. when they reach danielas bedroom, megan shuffles through her drawers to get her a change of clothes. when megan finally finds an outfit worthy, she hands it to daniela.
daniela turns around, back facing megan and begins to change.
“when you said he had girls in his phone, how many did you mean?” megan questions.
“too many,” daniela answers.
megan nods and crosses her arms over her chest. all she could think of is how stupid he is. daniela is a woman of her word, and her looks were just a plus.
she turns back around, clothed in an oversized t-shirt and a basic pair of shorts. without a word, she jumps into her bed and covers herself up.
megan stands there, arms still over her chest, eyes following daniela.
“sooo, can you play with my hair so i can fall asleep?” daniela asks playfully.
megan laughs softly before throwing her jacket onto the floor and sitting on the bed next to daniela. dani tucks herself into megans arm and megan begins to run her hands through her hair.
in response to megans action, hums escape danielas mouth. megan smiles softly before speaking again.
“so, what will you do about jonah, did you break up?”
daniela shrugs, “no, we didn’t.”
megan nods, placing her head on top of danielas. danielas hand crosses over megans waist as she closes her eyes to rest.
by morning, daniela is still sprawled over megans body. megans eyes flutter open and she’s reminded of the night before. she lays still for a couple minutes before danielas eyes open.
“goodmorning.” she greets, rubbing her tired eyes. she takes her hand from over megans waist and sits up, holding her head.
“does your head hurt?” megan asks.
daniela nods, reaching into her bedside drawer for the tylenol bottle that lives there. the only difference in her using it this time is she’s usually using it for dancing injuries, not hangovers.
she pours two pills onto her hand and throws them into her mouth, swallowing them dry.
megan props herself up on her elbows before pushing herself to sit up. “do you remember any of last night?”
“i remember it all,” daniela answers without hesitation.
megans eyebrows furrow in thought. did she really? did she meant what she said to her?
daniela turns her head to megan, smiling. she breathes softly before interrupting the silence. “i meant it, megan,” she says bluntly.
megan swallows her words and sits in silence like a deer in headlights. she tries to look anywhere but danielas eyes. her eyes. how could you disregard her eyes for another womans?
unexpectedly, daniela positions her chin to face her. “I really meant it. say something, please.”
megan doesn’t say anything, but her gaze meets danielas sharp eyes. she smiles and her bottom lip quivers slightly, showcasing her excitement to be in danielas presence.
“daniela..” megan says, “i wish it were me too.”
daniela pushes herself onto megan, “can i?” she asks, eyeing her lips.
megan nods, pulling danielas head closer to her own by the nape of her neck. daniela smiles into the kiss, running her hands through megans dark hair.
the kiss is gentle, promising. over time, it becomes faster, more breathtaking. both of their heads are racing with thoughts at this point. what would jonah think? what would their friends think? but they didn’t care, what mattered was in the moment.
danielas hands roam megans sides before she pulls up to breathe. megan smiles up to her, the sight of the lipstick she forgot to wash off last night sticking onto danielas face.
“god, what is jonah gonna think?” megan asks.
“forget him,” daniela says, dismissing his existence as she pushes her lips back onto megans.
she pulls back gently before laying herself beside megan. she smiles over to her then grabs her phone from her nightstand.
she pulls up her contacts before pressing jonahs name and typing a short breakup text that reads:
“have a nice life, seeing myself out;)”
only seconds later, her phone is left blowing up, making the two girls laugh. daniela finally blocks his contact and turns to megan.
“this means one thing.”
“what’s that?”
“photoshoot.”
megan laughs softly before taking her phone from her hands, snapping selfies of them, danielas face still a mess from the lipstick.
daniela takes the phone back with a big grin. “im posting these, they’re too cute.”
she posts the photos of the two, the lipstick still evident around her lips. not long after the photos are up and posted, her phone is blowing up with notifications.
her comments read:
@laraaarajj : my girls❤️🩹
@merettmanoon : you don’t wear lipstick🤔
• @dnielaavanzini : I do now💋
@lafortezasoph : beauties
@y00nchaee : besties❤️
megan snorts at the comment from manon. placing her head over danielas shoulder. finally, daniela places her phone back on the bed and turns to megan.
“im glad that in the end, it really was meant to be you.”
megan nods, meeting her forehead with danielas, “me too. it was always us.”
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a/n : if you made it this far, I’m currently open to requests. requirements are on my page. I’m also open to katseye reqs, I forgot to add them. ❤️
