only in the a.m [manxman] ✔️

why'd you only call me when you're high?

he felt an idiot. a giant, bloody idiot. there was fixing what was done. it's three in the morning, and there's no going back. lane wanted, no needed a time machine, to go back and slap himself silly for thinking about even leaving ara. he needed a distraction, and the television currently in front of him was not helping. his phone that he had only recently turned back on had about a million messages on it. some from friends, some unfortunately from ara, and surprisingly miss calls from amanda. about twelve of them. this knocked lane of his balance. he hadn't talked to her since that night, the night he meet ara. no lane, he thought mentally slapping himself, not him. a distraction is what he needed and a distraction had recently called him twelve times. hesitantly lane dialed her number, which at time in his life he had memorized digit for digit.

'lane, baby,' her angelically demonic voice rang through his phone.

'hey amanda.' lane responded quietly and a bit anxiously. there was a small silence between the two. but with that silence lane could hear faint music coming from amanda's side of the line. 

'you had called me?' lane inquired, 'twelve times.'

then all hell broke loose as if lane had opened pandora's box. 'oh lane baby that's right. you know i'm at this club right with ryan and josh and megan and daniella, who else... well i don't know, but you know them right, i actually don't know if you ever met but you should meet them, they are great people, so anyway i'm at this club right, it's a great club you should come here sometime, so as i arrive to the club i see you or at least i thought i saw you , maybe it was you maybe it wasn't... so i wanted to see if you wanted to come and hang out and what not, you know i've missed you, you don't come over like you used to and i miss you body and oh everything about you, that's why i wanted to see if it was you or not that i saw or maybe i was just dreaming who knows, you know what i know though ryan , the best man in the world gave me this little white pill and i feel amazing, but they left to go to another club so maybe since you aren't at this club you could come to pick me up maybe go back to your place and chill, i don't know. well are you out tonight?'

lane stood there one the phone astonished, and quickly before she could say another word said, 'no.'

'well come pick me up, i'll text you the address.'

distraction lane, you need a distraction, he thought to himself deciding whether this was a good idea or not. sure. and quickly hangs up the phone.

then once again he was in this car driving in her direction. it was no brainer. the woman he once loved had taken god knows what and is left all alone with no one to help her. Or not, maybe he was falling back into her trap, because all she has ever wanted and will ever want is sex. lane rambled on to himself in his car. he knew she only wanted to hook up, but he would stay strong and simply help her. that's it. she incapable of making alright decisions and might have bad ideas, he rationalized with himself. but he knew, deep down, it was him having the bad ideas.and then he was there, at the address she gave to him. he collected her quickly not wanting to stay any longer than he had to and sped away. amanda began to ramble about the club and how lane should take "white pills."

as he was stopped at a red light he turned to her. a woman he once found beautiful and would never turn down. he looked at her and saw the truth. lane saw the ugly behind the veneer. amanda was ugly and mean and lane hated realizing this. he began to want ara more than ever. so much for a distraction lane thought. he wanted out this car. out of these lies and back in the arms of someone who truly made him happy. lane mentally slapped himself for being in this position and before he could stop himself he said 'why are you here?'

amanda snapped out of her daze and turned to lane, putting on whatever charm she had left. 'because i wanted you, baby.'

'no your drunk and high and want me to pick up the pieces for you'

'i do not!' amanda yelled, slamming her hands against the window. 'i messed up. and i miss you. 

i should have never ended things with you, baby. why can't things go back to the way the were.'

'ama-' before lane could fully respond, amanda slammed her lips on his engulfing him in a kiss. it was messy and disgusting. her lips that lane once craved made him want to puke. he wanted ara's sweet soft kisses that melted him. he pushed her away.

'no, we ended this a long time ago.' in reality it had been two weeks, but that was long enough for lane. 'get out of my car.'

'what, why?'

'why you ask. why do you only call me when you're high?'

'baby this arguing is starting to bore me. why-'

a honk interrupted their conversation. lane realized that the light had been green for minutes and they were no longer alone on this road. he turned to amanda and simply put it 'get out or i will make you.'

lane was furious he returned her call, that he got in the car, that he drove thirty minutes for no reason, but most importantly that he left ara.

amanda drunk and high got out and slammed the door, walking across the street doggy cars.

lane sped away from the scene, the horns, and amanda.