It was two am and the party was getting crazy. Lucy could already feel the effect of the rum coke she had been drinking. She was on her third glass, or was it her fifth? Nobody was really keeping count. She was having fun, watching drunk people make a fool of themselves. There was even a couple dry humping each other in a corner. She shuddered, tossing her head back to finish her drink, before slamming the glass on the counter. It was time to go home, but first, she needed to go to the rest room.
Opening the door of what she knew was the loo, she instantly regretted her action when she saw the school's player sitting on the edge of the tub with his pants off, a blonde girl kneeling across him.
"Jesus Christ- lock the door!" She slammed the door with so much force that the painting on the wall shook.
Disgusted, she marched back to the kitchen to wash her hands. She didn't even bother looking for her friends. She left the party in a hurry, deciding then and there that she hated Loke.
It was two am and Loke couldn't sleep. His mind was filled with thoughts of a certain blond beauty. Ever since the bathroom incident a year ago, he found himself thinking about her more often. It wasn't the first time he noticed her. Hell, everybody knew her, even those from other schools. She was one of the hottest girls he'd ever known. She also hated players with a passion. After the bathroom incident, he tried to talk to her but she avoided him like the plague.
He heard the sound of a car engine outside. It was probably his neighbor. Their son Sting was the same age as him, but went to a different school. He didn't like the guy. Sting treated girls like shit. He had seen the guy kick out girls in the middle of the night. They may both be players but unlike Sting, Loke actually knew how to treat girls nicely.
He didn't like the guy, but he stayed out of his business as well. That night though, something compelled him to get up from bed and peek from his window.
What he saw made his blood oil. Sting was carrying an unconscious Lucy inside his house. He didn't even think. He jumped out of his window from the second floor. He was going to beat up somebody tonight.
It was two am and they were both at the rooftop, laying down and gazing at the stars. It had been a rough journey, and their story wasn't a fairy tale, but as he reached for her hand and felt her fingers entwined with his, Loke smiled. It was all worth it. She was worth it.
fin
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Note: A little Loke and Lucy for you guys. Hope you like it. I was looking for drabble prompts online and I saw 2am, stargazing and fairy tale so I incorporated all three. The main theme is 2am though. Thanks for reading and reviews are highly appreciated. I also accept pairing requests for drabbles/oneshot. Till next time!