One In A Million ~Ashton Irwin Fanfic~

1.5 Lana

After sulking for a good hour my phone rings and it's an unknown number "hi.." I mumble into the telephone as I pick my nails. "Lana?! Thank god it's you listen-" "Gina? Where are you? Oliver and Lola are looking for you guys." I sigh as I rest my head on the table, with the phone securely places next to my ear "w-well Harry and I are in a bit of trouble, we need help please." She sobs as I lift my head up "what kind of trouble?" I sigh rubbing my temple "when Oliver and lols left we stayed here and as you probably know we did some more weed, but we didn't try anything else like lols and Oli, anyway, the guy who offered us them wants money and we don't have that kind of cash, please bail us out!" She cries as I get angrier, they're the ones who took drugs not me, yet I'm getting punished for it. "Where are you two?" I ask ignoring her last request "behind all the food trucks in a big, green tent." She says as I sigh "fine I'm coming to get you." "Thank-" I hang up only to ring Lola and arrange to meet her at the van.

"We know where they are, since we came from there.. Ha.." Oliver explains as I give both the silent treatment as we walk. "Lans I know you're mad but please.. We won't do this ever again" Lola begs as I roll my eyes "all four of you say that until you see a blunt. And now I'm paying for it and I'm sick of it. This weekend hasn't gone how I wanted it to go and I'm pretty pissed off that all you care about is drugs." I huff as Lola tries to cheer me up but failing miserably as she's acting like she wasn't involved in this when she was the most influential. "We're your best friends Lana we can get through this" she smiles as I frown "no a best friend wouldn't let me pay for all your drugs, a best friend doesn't ditch their best friend for drugs and a best friend would've at least kept their past promises. And so far all four of you haven't done any of those things. So no you guys aren't my best friends" I finally say turning around to both of them with a tear running down my face. I've had enough of all of them, so I dig into my pockets and pull out 50 bucks and hand it to them "here you bail them out and if that's not enough you can leave them or use some of your own drug money to help them. Whatever you decide don't ring me or text me I want to be alone." I sigh as they both nod going in the opposite direction as I'm left alone.

Once again.