Drunken DMs

Chapter 32

Georgia

I'd spent a good portion of the last two days; since I'd decided to make the Leah Hate Account, creating these fake messages between Leah and I, as well as her and Brandon.
At first, it didn't seem like it was going to work, as no one was believing the stories I was telling. Then I had this idea, I just hoped it would work.

And tweet... I said to myself, now to see all the replies and comments come in. It wasn't long after I had twenty new notifications, mainly replies, but a few retweets. Again I just hoped that one of the people retweeting these photos had a Michael follow, so that he could see once and for all that Leah was just a lying little bitch, even though she actually wasn't.

I went and looked at all the replies

I'm sorry, I don't believe This shit! Does this bîtch know how easy it is to fake texts?

Omg what a bîtch why would you want ruin #michleah  they are perfect

I couldn't read anymore of the replies. I just had to hope that Michael would believe them, if he saw them.

Ambur

I was on the phone to Leah, trying to console her. When all of a sudden I heard a crash, "Leah?" I screamed in to the phone, "Leah? Are you there boo?" There was nothing, "FUCK!" I screamed, I hung up the phone and opened Twitter

@fxckboilucass: IF ANYONE IS READING THIS AND HAS A SHIT LOAD OF CASH TO SPARE! BOOK ME ON THE NEXT FLIGHT FROM LA TO MELBS

I ran out of characters

@fxckboilucass: MY BOO LEAHS BEEN IN A CAR ACCIDENT PLS DM ME AND ILL GIVE YOU ALL MY INFO

I put my phone down and ran to my room to grab my passport, as well as quickly packing a bag, hoping someone could actually help me out.
I ran back into the living room and saw that I had a Direct Message. Some one had come through. I opened it, and to my shock it was from Luke Hemmings.

From Luke: is this Michael's Leah you're talking about?

From me: YES

From Luke: text me (***********)

My hands were shaking and I could hardly hold my phone, let alone compose a text message to my celebrity crush. So instead I called him, "whose this?"
"Luke, it's Ambur, Leah's friend," I cried in to the phone
"Okay, babe," he called me babe, this is no time to freak out Lopez, calm the fuck down, "I'm gonna book you on a flight to Melbourne, and then I'll fly in and meet you at the airport," he told me, "what's your info?" I gave him my passport information and anything he needed. I was glad, that I planned on visiting Leah over their summer break, so I'd organised a Visa already. We hung up soon after, "just stay calm Ambur, she'll be okay," he reassured me

"MOM!" I yelled out to my mom, "I'm going to Melbourne, I dont know when I'll be back," there was no answer. I ran to the garage and jumped in to my car and drove five miles over the speed limit, just so I could get to LAX as soon as possible.