Do you want to know what hell looks like?
A crowded mall food court I had a panic attack and cried and it was horrendous. Also, on Wednesday I'm flying....in an airplane....by myself.
Which could go two ways. I could be sat next to an older pervert the plane could crash and I could die.....or I'll be sat next to Ashton and we'll get married and have babies (even though mine and Calum's kids would turn out cuter{I've given this a shit ton of thought})
So anyway..... these are my excuses for not updating all week. I'm sorry
I'll get on that now.
OH! I almost forgot. What music should I download for on the plane? Any sugestions?
Alright I'll shut up now <3
“Um….so…..can I get you two anything? Some Coffee, nuggets, kids like nuggets, some juice?”
Chewing my lower lip I looked down at the two chunky little blonde nuggets staring back at me.
“I can’t have nuggets.” One of them said after what felt like an eternity.
“Why?” I asked.
“I can’t have lactose.” He replied in a small voice, “Or peanuts or shelf-fish. Nothing high in fructose or nothing with red dye number six or number four, or yellow dye number two.”
“What does that even mean?” Ashton asked.
“You don’t know?” I cried.
“Why would I?”
“You have kids!”
“Yeah and I feed them Gushers and Happy Meals!”
“I only eat organic vegetables or fruits.” The kid rambled, “And I don’t eat meat it’s unefical.”
“Unethical?” I chuckled.
Blinking he nodded.
“Okay right.” I said, “Forget the food, what are your names my name is Michael.”
“Nice to meet you Michael.” The same boy answered, “I’m Preston and that’s Griffin.”
“Hi Griffin.” I said softly, trying to engage the boy standing somewhat behind his brother, “How’s it going big guy?”
His face scrunching up into a scowl Griffin stepped forward and kicked me hard in the shins causing his Buzz Light-year sneakers to light up.
“OW!” I cried, “Why?”
“Stranger danger.” He replied matter of factly.
“Stranger danger?” I yelped, “I’m taking you in man! A little appreciation would be appreciate….”
“Why is your hair gray?” Preston interrupted.
“I dyed it.” I muttered.
“Why?”
“Because I wanted to.”
“Why?”
“Because I thought it would look cool.”
“Why?”
“Because I’m in a band and looking like a bad ass is kind of in the job description.”
“What kind of band?” Griffin demanded.
“Punk rock.” I replied.
Nodding, Preston hesitated before squeezing his eyes tightly shut and crossing his legs.
