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ten: real friends

It had been a few hours into the party and it was safe to say Diana was a little more than tipsy. 

As the party had progressed the crowd gradually got smaller and smaller, leaving only those who were personal friends with the boys themselves. With the scene of people reasonably thinned out, Diana found herself sitting comfortably on a couch in one of the many living rooms, finishing off her third cup of Malibu and Pineapple juice. She watched, alienated.

She'd lost sight of Ashton an hour ago after he said he was going to use the bathroom and had yet to return. None the less, Diana was too drunk to process his disappearance. Her eyes scanned the room of unfamiliar faces as she pouted, now beginning to get lonely. It seemed the few people she did know had become even harder to find as more people left with Andrea and the boys no where in sight. Diana huffed as she took her phone out of her pocket, the battery percentage dwindling. 

She looked through her contacts with pursed lips, debating who to call and complain about her loneliness to. Elizabeth? She asked herself as she paused her scrolling. She gave it a few seconds of thought, an image of the red head lifting the covers off her bed with a bone chilling glare forming itself in her mind. Diana immediately began shaking her head quickly. No, she'll be asleep. I don't want to wake her anyway, she's scary when you wake her up. 

Diana continued scrolling, halting as she stared at the name before her. She giggled and pressed the contact before pressing the call button. But I don't care if I wake him up.

Diana leaned back on the couch, looking up at the ceiling as she hummed with each ring of the phone. One ring, two, then three went by before she was given an answer.

"Please tell me you're either dying or about to to have the nerve to call me at 3 in the morning," The voice groggily groaned as Diana just laughed.

"Robby!" she exclaimed. "I'm drunk!"

Several miles away, tucked into the comfort of his own bed, Robby pinched the bridge of his nose in aggravation. It was taking all of his patience not to yell at Diana over the phone for disturbing his sleep, something he treasured quite sacredly. "That's why you called me?" he growled as Diana only hummed in response, unaffected.

"I don't know where I am... or who anyone at this place is. It's really lonely...," Diana trailed off as she played with the ends of her jacket. At this Robby sat up, now the slightest bit concerned for his inebriated friend. 

"Wait what? Where are you?" He questioned as Diana just scoffed.

"I just told you I don't know ya dummy," she groaned glaring at a couple that walked past her, eyeing her cautiously. 

"Right," he sighed before getting up and grabbing a pair of jeans he had thrown on the floor, struggling to put them on with one hand. "Send me your location, Di. Right now."

"Howww do I do that?" Diana slured pulling away her phone to look at it.  Robby rolled his eyes as he pulled over a t-shirt followed by a random hoodie he found thrown onto his bed. He scanned the room for his keys as he tried putting on his shoes one handed.

"Go to my contact, go to send a message, then go to info. After that click-"

"YOU'RE GOING TOO FAST," Diana panicked as she struggled to keep up with the simple instructions, fumbling to tap where robby instructed on her phone.

"Alright where did I lose you?" he asked, grabbing his keys off the counter, running a hand through his bed head before beginning to walk out of the house. 

"Which one is your contact again?" Diana huffed as Robby stopped in his tracks and took a deep breath.

"Jesus Christ."