Sad Stories But Amazing Food

                                    

                                              
Hello my lovely readers! How are you guys doing today? :D Anyways I just realized I was spelling Michaels name wrong it MichAEL instead of MichEAL so yeah I changed that.
                          

"Can I have two slices of pepperoni pizza and a Dr.pepper? Please," I say. "Sure thing, hun, can I get you anything else?" The flight attendant asks and I shake my head. "No, no thank you," I say, with a smile, as I hand her a 20 dollar bill. "Mmm, wait, actually can I get a pack of Oreo's please." She nods and then the boys start to order, it was about 7 o'clock and we had only been on the plane for 2 hours. The boys were hilarious, especially Ashton, his laugh is contagious and I think that his smile is the cause of global warming. I giggle to my self quietly and Michael says "what's so funny Bella?" I smile a little, I like when he calls Bella. It reminds me of when we were younger, of course he probably doesn't remember me neither did Calum or Ashton. I think Luke recognizes me a little that's why he's quiet. I laugh quietly again before I say, "I was thinking to myself that Ashton's smile is the cause of global warming and that his laugh is contagious." I whisper then giggle a little bit more and now Michael joins in, and then the other boys join in because to them we probably looked like dying walrus's. Even though the joke wasn't that funny. "Foods here!" Ashton says whilst while wiping a tear out of his eye, "oh thank goodness I was hungry." I hear Luke say, but all I could focus on was the food, and by the looks of it, Michael was too. "That's cute," Calum says and I say, confused, "what's cute?" "Well the way you and Michael have the same expression while looking at the food." I laugh a bit and say "it's just our way of expressing our love to food." I smile then I start to eat my food and sip my drink, once we're all done they come and take our plates away. I grab my Oreo's and my backpack and shuffle through it a little to find my headphones and my phone. As I pull my headphones out, my drawing book falls out. It lands on a my very intricate portrait of a girl that has no face, only hair, which is dark blue and as it go's down it turns into light blue and at the end was lime green. I stare at the picture not quite ready to pick it up, so Michael does it for me. "Wow, Bella, y-you drew this?" He says, breathlessly, I nod and cover some of my face with my hair. "It's beautiful!" He says, happily, catching me off guard, "y-you like it?" "Yeah, c-can I see more?" I nod and smile. I plug in my headphone's and "Good Girls" by 5SOS comes on so ironic and then I rip off the top of the Oreo's and start to eat them the way they're supposed to be eaten, by licking the cream and then eating the cookies (A/N yup that's the right way to eat them) I peer over Michael's shoulder to look at some of my drawings. He was currently looking at favorite sketch of all time,  it was a black and white drawing of a boy, only his backside was visible. He had black pants with a white belt looped through it,  tousled black hair and no shirt on because beautiful black feathered wings were unfurling from his back. I sigh a little, thinking about the meaning of the picture. I watch Michael stare at the picture in awe as he turns to me I take my headphones out and say, "do you like it?" Referring to the picture and he nods and says, jokingly, "do you have any other hidden talents?" I nod slightly, smiling, but inside I could feel my heart breaking into tiny pieces, my best friend dosen't even remember me. I mean yes, I didn't really except him too considering what happened. But I had hoped that he remembered me a little bit. The one who bought me pizza and ice cream and Oreo's when I was sad because he knew that would cheer me up, the one who sucker punched my bullies and made them say sorry, the one who got detention for sucker punching my bullies but said it was worth because he did it for me. He didn't remember me, maybe it's because he's famous and he has other things on his mind so he doesn't have time to remember me, but god, I wish he would try to. Because right now all I really need is a friend. "Are you okay? I'm sorry I didn't mean to make you cry, oh, oh now I feel awful." "Oh no it's okay, Michael, really I'm fine really you just remind me of a friend that I used to have but, but I don't really talk to him anymore." I say and he nods his head "oh. . . . Can you tell me more about him?" I nod and begin to talk. "Well I met him in 1st grade when he pushed me in a sandbox and I pushed him down the slide and took his sandwich," I say with a laugh, "and that's when this seemingly never ending prank war began, it went on until 5th grade when I made friends with his friends and they forced us to be friends. Once we became friends I realized that he wasn't as annoying as he seemed and he actually started to grow on me. He played guitar, he was horrible at first but soon he became so good that he taught me how to play. That's how I know how to play guitar, I can also play bass and the piano. He was my best friend because he was always there for some reason, like Tate was with Violet, except he did not impregnate my mother." That earns a small laugh from Michael. "But really, he was like a ghost! He was super freaking pale and he always seemed to be there when I was sad. He beat up my bullies a-and he was just the greatest friend a girl could probably ask for but just before 9th grade we had a terrible fight about something stupid and we didn't talk to each other for like 2 weeks and then I found out that we had to move to America because my dad had got a promotion, and we had to leave so suddenly that I didn't even have to say goodbye to him. He probably thought I didn't want to talk to him but I did, I wanted to so much, but I was scared that he didn't remember me or that he didn't want to talk to me. And then one day I got a call from his mom saying that him and my friends where in a car accident and that they had gotten what they called "temporary amnesia". And that they didn't remember anything besides their names. And I didn't know what to do, I-I was a wreck so I told her please don't tell them about me it's better of if I'm just a speck of dust in there mind and since then I haven't seen them or talked to them, but I think that was the wrong thing to do because I miss them so much and now I-I have no one. Besides Hazel she's been there for me ever since kindergarten." I say with a faint smile, still slightly crying, they all just stare at me with pity and I look at my Oreo's and smile I love Oreo's because my mom used to sneak some to me almost every other night. I would watch her through the staircase when she used to clean and she would hear the stairs creak and with a smile she used to say, "Come here my little bell do you want some Oreo's?" And I would slowly creep down the stairs and nod, we would sit down and talk about stuff and I feel a fresh wave of tears thinking of my mom. "I, um, I'm tired so I-I'm going to go to sleep." I say to the boys as I close my Oreo's and put in my other head phone. I curl up in my seat and then, slowly, start to sink into darkness that envelops me.
                          
Third Person P.O.V

                          
As the boys all stared at the beautiful, broken girl who's shoulders were slightly shaking, they all looked at each other and as if they were telepathic they all made a vow to themselves. "From this day on we will fix this broken, sad and lonely girl if that was the last thing they ever did."