prom // 5sos

four.

"What about Luke?" Calum fretted as he struggled to hold Ashton up.

The three boys were stumbling through the streets of nowheresville. Ashton was barely propped upwards, with Calum and Michael on either side of him. Michael was sure that Ashton had urinated in his pants, but it was too dark outside to tell. The roads lacked streetlights, and they relied on the moonlight to guide them through the night.

"He's eighteen years old, Calum. He'll find a way back." Michael told him for the hundredth time. 

"I feel awful." Calum sighed. He adjusted Ashton's arms around him once again.

"Would you rather go back to the party? Where everyone hates us?" Michael retorted. "All because of you." 

"Luuuuuuuuukeyyyyyyyyy." Ashton slurred half-consciously. He grinned, pleased with his statement,

"She was hot. I could tell you were jealous." Calum scoffed, completely ignoring Ashton.

The night was quiet, apart from the scuffling of the boys' feet. Any sudden breeze scared the living daylights out of Calum. He had asked Michael to switch sides with him, because he didn't want to walk next to the cornfield. He feared that a psycho killer would come out and slaughter him.

"Dorothy was hotter, anyway." Michael laughed.

"Definitely." Calum joked back.

Michael stopped all of a sudden. He looked at Calum and nodded towards something in the distance. Calum looked up to find a streetlamp, standing not to far away from them. It was the first sign of civilization for miles.

"Come on." Michael breathed. He swatted away a gnat with his free hand.

They continued to trudge through, although they were going at a faster pace at this point. The shadows of the streetlamps danced as the boys travelled by them slowly. The quiet country night was anything but pleasant.

Once they had finally reached the lone street lamp, they stopped to stare at the dark road stretched out ahead of them. A few small, cozy houses littered by its' sides. 

"That one has a light on inside." Calum told Michael, as he nodded towards a one story, yellow house on the left side of the road.

"Lets go." Michael nodded.

"Wait," Calum said, stopping suddenly. "I can't do this."

Michael sighed and rolled his eyes. He looked at Calum.

"They won't bite, Calum. The chances of them being serial killers is highly unlikely." Michael assured him, aware of his fear of being sliced up by a madman.

"No, I mean, we can't just leave Luke out here." Calum worried about his dear friend once again, unable to forget him.

"Calum I swear I will hurt-"

"He has the IQ of a turnip." Calum pointed out. "And he needs to get to prom more than we do." 

Michael groaned.

"Ok, fine," Michael rubbed his eyes with his free hand. "We'll see what we can do. For now, let's get help." 

Calum seemed satisfied with that solution. They dragged Ashton up the porch steps, and left him on the ground as Michael pressed his finger on the doorbell. A ding-dong could be heard coming from inside. Silhouettes moved from behind the curtain, before the door opened to reveal two young girls, about the same age as them.

The girl smiled at them before her eyes wandered to Ashton, who had managed to crawl over to a bush by the porch to vomit in it. Her smile slowly faded to a disgusted look.

"I'm Calum and he's Michael," Calum quickly introduced themselves to the girls. "We need help." Calum told her, ignoring Ashton.

"Our car broke down not too far from here." Michael explained. The shorter, blond girl tilted her head at the sight of Ashton, who was now trying to walk up the porch steps, but failing.

"Our friend is at some frat house-"

"Frat house?" The redheaded one repeated, snapping her head to face Calum. Suddenly, the girls seemed interested in them.

"Yeah. We need a ride back to get him." Michael said.

"Well, what is he doing there?" The redheaded one asked, playing with the ponytail on her head.

"It's a long story," Calum sighed. "But we can't go inside. That's the problem."

"Did you piss Brandon off?" The blond one asked, laughing.

Calum and Michael shared a look, realizing that these girls knew who was in charge.

"Y-you know him?" Michael asked. He leaned forward, causing his hair to sway in the wind.

"Brandon's my ex." The redhead shrugged. She leaned against the doorframe and crossed her arms, making her seem careless.

"So can you help us out?" Calum asked hopefully.

 "We didn't say that." The blond one scoffed, shaking her head. 

"Please," Michael begged. "Our friend has been planning on asking this girl out for months and-"

"Stop right there." The redhead lifted up a finger as she said the statement, signalling Michael to stop talking. "I didn't ask for your life stories."

Her eyes shifted warily from Calum to Michael, then to Ashton, who was lying on the porch steps with his forearm resting under his cheek. The porch light made it visible that he did, indeed, wet his pants.

"Ellie, let's go back inside." The blond one spoke up. She ran her hands up and down her arms, which were scattered with goose bumps. "It's cold out here."

"Lola." Ellie glared at the blond girl.

"Wait, Ellie and Lola, as in-"

"Yeah," Ellie snapped her head back to stare at him. "Ellie and Lola Preston."

Michael made a choking sound, while Calum stared at the two girls as if they were Michael Jackson.

Ellie and Lola were legends with the locals. They were the party girls of the century. Seniors would tell freshmans the legendary stories of the pair. Myths ranged from stealing school buses, to hijacking a liquor store to throw a party. No one has questioned if these stories were real or not, because these girls got away with everything. Probably because they were the Mayor's beloved daughters.

"We'll help you." Ellie told them.

"What? No way!" Lola whined, glaring at her older sister.

"Atlas might be there." Ellie grinned at her. Lola felt her cheeks grow warm and stared at the ground.

"Who's Atlas?" Calum grinned.

"None of your business," and "Lola likes him," could be heard at the same time.

"Well," Michael said. "What are we waiting for, then?"

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