Hi there, guys! This is my first Fayana story, but I've shipped them since like forever. I hope you like it!
"For god's sake, Faye, I swear this is the last time I'm saving your sorry ass," Diana mutters, her voice barely audible through the loud music both girls can still hear from the club.
"Jeez, I'm sorry, Diana. What is it with you, all uptight? I was going to ask Melissa to help me anyway, but she was busy with Nick. You know, I didn't wanna ruin the night for them."
"Oh, great, so you chose me, because you thought I had nothing better to do on a Friday night than trying to get you out from some horny boy's firm grip?"
"I said I was sorry, Diana," Faye suddenly stops in her track and looks at the brunette seriously. "I was just trying to have some fun, with all that stuff happening all the time it's not something I can afford to do very often."
"Fun? Well if going to a club, high, drunk and alone is your definition of fun, then I really—"
"What's wrong with you?!" Faye voice gets louder as she stares at the shorter girl questioningly. "I'm really sorry if I ruined your plans. I do realize we are not exactly best friends, but I honestly had no idea it would be such a problem for you! Well, now that I know that, I promise I won't ask you for help anymore," she hisses in anger and storms ahead, leaving Diana behind.
"Alright, Faye, I'm sorry," she hears a familiar voice by her side after few seconds. "I—I don't know what it was about, I'm just really pissed off lately, mostly without a good reason, and I obviously took it out on you." I know exactly what it was about, but there's no way in hell I'll ever let you find out.
"Well now that's better," Faye half-smiles and tilts her head a little to look at the brunette. "Thank you for your help, for a moment there I really had no fucking idea where I was and what I was going to do."
"Yeah, I noticed. I still think it's not the best idea to go clubbing by yourself, you know."
"Fine, mom" Faye rolls her eyes. "But what was I supposed to do? You were all pretty busy, Melissa shagging Nick, Cassie shagging Adam, you—" Faye is about to continue her rambling as she notices the shorter girl glues here eyes to the ground. "Oh. Shit. Shit, shit, I'm so sorry Di, I didn't mean to be so insensitive about it—"
"Stop, it's fine," Diana looks at Faye and tries to smile – it doesn't work out very well, judging from the girl's still worried expression – and squeezes her hand reassuringly. "You and I both know it's over between me and Adam, and I'm fine with it. I really am. And, by the way, why are you all so caring today? Did all the drugs and alcohol finally bring up the other side of you?" Diana teases, but she is genuinely surprised. Ever since they left the club, she had a chance to see a completely different Faye – not sarcastic and angry at the whole world all the time, but sensitive, nice and honest.
"Oh, shut up, Meade" Faye mumbles, half-smiling, and Diana feels strange warmth in her body as their eyes meet. She doesn't even realize they've already reached Faye's house until the taller brunette stops and looks at her questioningly.
"So, would you like to sleep over? I can make you some hot chocolate as a form of saying 'thank you', but we both know I would probably just burn the milk, so maybe we'll just open a bottle of jack and chill?"
"Sure, I'd love that," Diana says before even considering her answer and before she has a chance to change her mind, she is already sitting in Faye's room, holding a glass and waiting for the brunette to pour whisky into it. Once Faye's done fixing their drinks, she turns on some music on her laptop and Diana starts. "Won't we wake up your mom?" she asks and looks at the door, as if expecting to see a pissed off Ms Chamberlain opening them at any second.
"No way, she's a real sleepy-head. If I didn't wake her up getting ready for that party, then believe me, nothing will."
"She doesn't know you went out?"
"Are you kidding me? After my last party—" the brunette goes silent and for a moment they are just both remembering the night from a few days earlier when Faye got so drunk that she ended up inviting half of the club to an after-party at her house, which resulted in her living room being completely destroyed. "Well, let's just say she's not thrilled by the idea of me partying anytime soon."
Diana laughs and looks at Faye with an honest smile on her face. She wonders how it is possible that she is sitting there, with the brunette on the other side of the bed, just having a nice, normal conversation. She catches herself hoping that it isn't just the alcohol and drugs talking, when suddenly her thoughts are interrupted by a familiar voice.
"Do I have something on my face or what?" Faye asks, confused, touching her cheeks somewhat subconsciously.
"Well, you know, you were just staring at me for quite a while now, so I figured…"
"Right," the brunette looks down, trying to hide a blush that's starting to show on her cheeks out of nowhere.
"Oh, come on, I was kidding," she feels Faye shifting closer and nudging her. "I mean, well, it's obvious you don't see someone as beautiful as me every day," she adds sarcastically.
"Oh, cut out the rudeness, Meade. I thought we were having a 'be-nice-to-a-witch' day or something," Faye laughs and Diana just joins her, suddenly glad that she didn't finish her sentence and say 'you're right, I don't'.
They spend another hour or two talking, but Diana isn't really a part of their conversation anymore; she just sits there, answering all Faye's questions and trying to say something original from time to time, but her thoughts are elsewhere. They are wandering the paths Diana never even knew existed till like a few weeks earlier; the paths that make Diana worried and insecure; that she never wants anyone to find out about.
All the whisky they are drinking magnifies everything Diana feels, and at some point, when Faye just lays her head on the brunette's shoulder, she knows that she has to leave right at that moment. With that thought she stands up, but it's not an easy job, trying to stand straight with so much alcohol in your blood system, so she sways and suddenly falls inertly on Faye, landing in such an uncomfortable position that her arms are holding on to Faye's neck tightly, their lips just millimeters away. Diana notices Faye looking quickly down and back up and she has to get really focused not to do the same. She untangles her arms and tries to stand on her own feet again, this time successfully, supporting herself on a door handle.
"What are you doing?" Faye asks, her voice somehow more husky than ever and Diana feels a shudder going up her spine.
"I have to go home."
"What? Why? I thought you were sleeping over tonight," Faye seems genuinely confused and Diana feels sorry for what she's doing, but she knows she has no choice.
"Yeah, well, I was going to, but I just remembered, I have that thing really early tomorrow and—"
"I—well, it's just… something… I just really have to go…" she's already heading out of Faye's room, trying to get to the front door, when she hears Faye's concerned voice behind her back.
"Then let me just walk you home. You're clearly in no state to go alone," she states soberly.
"No, no, I'm fine… Really… Bye," Diana mumbles and with one final drunk sway she's out of Faye's house, leaving the brunette utterly and completely speechless.