A/N: Alternate ending to Paper Planes (1) ? (: I just..I didn't like the way it ended. I feel like if Owen really cared about Anya the way he made it seem, he wouldn't have left her there alone. So...yeah.
Owen sighed, running a hand through his hair. Where the hell did she go? He made one little comment about her friendship with Holly J and she disappears into the crowd.
Just then, the doors to the bathrooms opened, and Anya stepped out, with Bianca and Chloe trailing behind her. Anya headed straight for Owen, while the other two girls branched off and started dancing.
"Anya we need to talk," he told her, about to lead her to a quieter spot at the club, but then he saw that her eyes were unfocused. There was a slight smile on her face. "Did you guys just have a bathroom coke party?"
Anya shrugged, bringing her finger to her lips. "Shhh."
"Anya, do you know what cocaine does to people? They get addicted to that shit, and it ruins their lives," he looked at her like she was crazy.
"My life is already going nowhere, you said it yourself," she informed him, looking around her. There were people dancing. She wanted to dance.
"I didn't mean it like that," Owen said, exasperated at the girl in front of him. "You're chances are just slim, I don't want to see you get your hopes up and then come crashing down when reality hits," he explained, "I don't want to see you hurt."
"But you're hurting me, Owen, by not believing in me!" Anya threw her hands up in the air. "Don't you see that?" Owen didn't know what to say. "Whatever, I'm going to go dance."
"No you're not, you're going home," Owen told her, grabbing her wrist. He began to steer her towards the door.
"No Owen, you can leave if you want to, but I'm going to have a good time! Let go of me! Owen!"
Anya struggled, twisting her wrist, trying to get it out of his grip, but soon enough she was outside. He let go of her, and she crossed her arms over her chest.
"Why are you being like this!"
It was weird for Owen, being in this position. Normally, he would be the one drinking and getting high and doing stupid shit, but this was Anya. She wasn't just some random girl at the ravine, or a hookup at a house party. He actually cared for her, and since he brought her to the club in the first place, he felt he was strangely responsible for her.
"Because," he said simply, "you're on coke and I don't want to see you do something you'll regret."
She huffed, but got into his car anyway, and it was a silent ride home.
A/N: Anddd I had no idea how to end that. Tell me this wasn't terrible? :(