Due to there being a dire need for more Foxxay fanfics, Ellii51 (organisation13 on tumblr) and I (see my blog for my tumblr profile link) present the first of (hopefully) many Foxxay AUs belonging to a little thing we like to call 'Parallels', so without further adieu here's 'The Hotline: Part 1' (find us on tumblr and reviews would be greatly appreciated. Stay tuned for more updates coming your way very soon!) We plan to increase the frequency of updates for this AU collection as soon as exam season is over, but never fear friends we got a bit wrapped up in this one and decided to post the first part now. Part 2 should hopefully be posted tomorrow evening -though don't quote us on it… I wouldn't quote us on it.
Disclaimer: We do not own American Horror Story, just these AUs. Though if we did Misty would still be alive and Foxxay would be canon, just sayin'.
The Hotline: Part 1
"So what're you wearing?"
"Excuse me?"
"I said, what are you wearing." The voice over the phone purred seductively.
Misty looked down at herself. "Ugh, my boots- um, my shawl, ugh-"
"No," the voice said firmly. "I mean under that."
"What do ya mean?" Looking down at herself once more, Misty furrowed her brows. "I'm not wearin' anythin-" Misty paused, realisation suddenly hitting her. "Oh- right, You mean under- that."
If the voice could have nodded Misty was sure it was doing just that in the dead air that flowed deafeningly down the phone line "Yes." The words finally came.
"Um, no offence lady, but- I- I think I've-"
"You're not going to chicken out on me are you?"
Misty was stuck, she was unsure and uncomfortable, who had she called, why were they asking what the hell she was wearing underneath her clothes and was this all even legal. If anything she blamed her classmates. The blonde girl would do anything to fit in even remotely, even if that meant calling up some stingy phone sex line and speaking to some stranger about her most private of thoughts.
Misty sighed to herself, in a defeated manner. "No, why would I do that?" She knew what she said was contradicting how she felt, to be honest she would much rather hang up now and listen to some Stevie, but she wouldn't let the assholes in her class have one over her.
"Because I know what you want you bad girl." The voice faltered. "So as I was saying, what're you wearing?"
The cajun knew she needed to at least try to make an effort with this, "Um, I-I'm- not wearing anythin'?"
"Good, that's the way I like it."
Misty put a hand to her face "I'm sorry I can't- I can't do this."
"Wait hold on we were just getting into this-" Before the voice over the phone could even finish her sentence, Misty abruptly cut off the call, throwing the phone to the other side of her bedroom.
As the phone hit the ground with a clunk, Misty bounced back into her pillows trying to forget the ten most embarrassing and humiliating minutes of her god given life, hoping no one- especially her highly conservative and religious mother- would find out.
XXX
"Did you do that thing we told you to?" Asked the blonde girl sat across the other end of the table, her vicious smile growing as she boasted the question, and her eyes flashing to the other girls sat either side of her and Misty.
Misty poked her pasta lightly with the fork she had balancing between her delicate fingers, staring down into the bowl "Yeah."
"You don't seem to pleased. You know other girls would've killed for that number" She replied. "But I, being the generous person that I am, gave it to you." Misty peered up from her bowl, only to glare at the younger girl opposite her. Madison Montgomery, although one of Misty's only friends in college, was a sly and manipulative bitch. The wannabe starlet had everyone that surrounded her wrapped around her little finger and beckoning to her every call.
"Well I called it an' that's all that matters, you can stop actin' like a bitch and drop it." Misty replied with almost a hiss uttering through her clenched teeth, mirroring Madison's smirk.
Ignoring the wild haired student's request, Madison continued probing her with questions. "So what happened then? You get a tingle in your cooch? Did she whisper sweet nothings in your ear? Or did she just get straight to the point and moan your name down the phone?"
"She didn't say nothin'." Misty said firmly.
Madison scoffed "Oh I hardly believe that."
"It's true what else do ya wanna hear from me?!"
"Alright, no need to get snappy gator' girl" She mimicked the accent, mocking the young girl relentlessly. Misty rose from her seat as quickly as she could without looking like she was rushing to get away and picked up her satchel and tugged it over her shoulder. "Aw, Mist, we didn't mean it!"
"I have work to do." Misty deadpanned.
"Misty!" Madison threw her arms in the air trying to prevent Misty from leaving the table, but Misty kept her eyes fixed to the ground -she didn't see that- and strided out of the cafeteria. She made her way through the crowd, her shoulders dipping this way and that. Misty bit down on her scream, she wanted to cry out in anger and let it shatter off her tongue. How could she live like this? She was letting a girl half her size manipulate and mock her day after day with no signs of stopping anytime soon. She couldn't d-
The wind rushed out of her as she stumbled to the floor. She looked up her hair covering her face be she could hear the laughter of the other students. Could this day get any worse?
"I am so sorry!" The voice came. The young girl stared up, strands of curly hair draping themselves off her forehead like a pair of curtains. Another, older girl was on her knees, scrabbling to pick up her books before they were trampled by other students.
"No, no!" Misty responded helping the girl. "It was my fault, I should've looked where I was going" She reached for the older girl's books, brushing her hand as they reached for the same copy of Advanced Botany.
"Advanced Botany? Wait I think I take that class. Or I should be taking it. Haven't really attended much. Probably should. Sorry I'm ramblin'. The name's Misty Day." Misty smiled as she and the other blonde stood up, now both carrying an equal share of the older student's books
"Cordelia Goode." The other student said, smiling back warmly. "Pleasure."
"Pleasure's all mine." She answered reverently. "Do ya want help carryin' these?" Misty asked cautiously, not wanting to let Cordelia get away without firmly apologising for knocking over her books.
"Yeah, that would be great actually. My dorm isn't far from here so I shouldn't hold you up for too long."
"If I had somewhere to be I'd be there and not knocking you an' your books onto the floor." The wild haired blonde replied.
Cordelia gave a grin "You certainly seemed like you needed to go somewhere." She began walking down the corridor. There was a strange kind of unintentional seductiveness in the way she walked, evident in the way that her hips had slight sway to them and her heels clicked to the ground with a sense of authority.
"Nah, just- someone just said somethin' I didn't like"
"And you walked away?" She raised a brow.
"Well yeah, shes kinda," Misty paused thinking for the right word to describe her relationship with Madison. "She's sorta my friend."
"You shouldn't let friends say things that hurt you. You should tell her."
"I dunno, Miss. Cordelia" Misty sighed, brushing a stray strand of hair away from her face.
"Who is she? I'll tell her, she shouldn't be-"
"Madison Montgomery."
"Oh"
"Yeah"
"Oh."
"I know"
"How are you friends with her?" Cordelia questioned.
Misty shrugged with a light hearted chuckle "Long story."
"May I hear it some day?"
"If you'd like, yeah."
'Damnit that sounded so desperate.' Misty thought, cursing herself for coming on too eager.
"I would," She laughed "Definitely. Anything involving that bitch has got to be even the slightest bit entertaining."
There was a small beat of silence, Misty opened her mouth to pour out some questions in the hope of sparking a conversation with the older girl.
The two blonde students walked for what Misty felt like was seconds although from glancing at the clock tower she knew it had only been roughly ten minutes, still too fast for her liking. As they made their way to Cordelia's dorm they engaged in the usual small talk that everyone does when meeting someone new. They discussed the weather, campus gossip and even just walked in comfortable silence before coming to a sudden halt at what Misty suspected was Cordelia's dorm.
"Ah, heres my stop." Cordelia said, shuffling the books in her arms trying to make space for the few Misty was carrying.
"Really? Already?" Misty asked with a hint of disappointment.
Cordelia chuckled. "I'm afraid so." She grinned
"Wow." Misty blushed 'Quickest walk ever.' Misty thought to herself.
"It was nice to have your company Misty, I don't get a lot of it"
"You? Really? Gosh- you're so nice n' kind, I thought you'd have tons of friends."
"No," She shook her head, balancing her stack of books on the flat of her hand like a artful waitress busying herself at a restaurant. "Just you. Most of my friends graduated last year so I've been fairly lonely. My Saturday nights are now either full of studying for finals or Netflix marathons." Cordelia snorted.
"Well, we could be friends?" Misty suggested. "I've only known you for less than a half hour, but you already seem tons nicer than Madison."
"Yeah," Cordelia grinned. "Of course."
"Good." Misty heckled, holding open the dorm room door for Cordelia. "I hope to see more of you in our botany too."
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After leaving Cordelia's dorm building and returning to her own, Misty smiled to herself. For the first time since Elementary school she'd made a friend who was actually nice back to her. She did have friends, but like Madison they were always catty and bitching about their boyfriends. Seriously if she had one more late night call from Zoe about her and Kyle fighting again she'd smack a bitch.
As she climbed up what felt like an endless amount of stairs, Misty lazily opened the door to her dorm and threw herself on the bed. Somehow she felt exhausted even though it was only one o'clock but as she rolled onto her side and saw the scuffed phone on the floor on the other side of the room, she remembered what had kept her up all night.
Thinking back on it calling that Hotline, although incredibly awkward for her, was actually kind of exciting. Due to being raised in a strictly religious and conservative family, no one had even dared speak to her like that before. To say her former high school career was uninteresting was an understatement. The blonde was your typical high school outcast, spending most of her breaks either in the library or sat in the courtyard listening to Fleetwood Mac on her ipod. It wasn't until she reached college and somehow became friends with campus celebrity Madison Montgomery that people's acknowledgement of her really began to soar.
For some reason it made Misty feel rebellious. Since arriving at college she had already been invited to various parties, simply because people saw her with Madison. The former outcast had even gone to a few of them before deciding that sleazy frat boys trying to get in her pants weren't all that fun and had not vetoed them in favour of twirling around her room as she blasted Stevie Nicks through her speakers.
Glancing at the phone once more, Misty slid partially off the bed and grabbed it. Cautiously she dialed the number from last night, determined to do it right (or in the way that Madison had told her was right). The phone rang three times before the sultry voice on the other end of the line spoke.
"Hello?" The familiar voice purred.
Already feeling slightly nervous, Misty gulped down her fears. "Hello to you too." She uttered. The blonde really had no way of knowing how to go about this but from some of the movies that she had watched with Queenie and Nan, she decided to just go for it.
"Ever had a fantasy?" The voice probed.
If she was brutally honest with herself Misty hadn't actually had any fantasies, or at least anything recent. Not wanting to emulate yesterday's awkward silence she said the first thing that came to her mind. "Nothing extreme, but I kind of want to do it in a classroom? The idea of getting caught seems rather exhilarating."
"What would I do to keep you quiet then? Wouldn't want someone walking in on us would we?"
Misty felt a surge of confidence ride through her, she was going to do this. "Anything."
"Ambiguous, I like it. You know you're much better at this than you were yesterday." The voice stated.
Misty panicked, her cover was blown. Immediately she was swarmed with thoughts of people finding out she had called the line twice in less than 24 hours, calling her a pervert or even worse propositioning her for sex.
"Shit. How'd you know it's me?" Misty mentally kicked herself. If the voice over the phone didn't actually know it was her, then now she sure did. Misty just wanted to hang up right this second, but for some reason unknown to her she couldn't bring herself to do it.
"I recognised the number. Also you said 'Hello to you too' yesterday, so really it wasn't that difficult."
"Oh." Misty uttered.
"Look," The voice paused. "I have other clients, and to be honest you seem nice, but the more you stutter and sound confused the less money I make, and I really need this money."
"Well that's not rude is it." Misty said sarcastically.
"Sorry honey it's the truth. How about you call again sometime, and we can work through this together?" The voice once again sounded seductive, making Misty forget that she was in the process of being rejected by a phone sex hotline.
"Well you know what," Misty inhaled. "I will. And next time I'll be good at it." The blonde stated confidently.
"I look forward to it." Purred the voice.
After that last sentence, Misty hung up the phone. She felt better about calling the number than yesterday, she even thought it was starting to work for her, but she couldn't help feel humiliated yet again that she had basically been rejected by a phone sex line. However, the young student was not going to let that stop her, no, she was going to call the woman over the phone again. And next time she was going to get shit done.