Friend, Please

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Alissa POV:

Turning to the window I shift to keep away from michael the best I can. He sits down in the middle seat of the three seated row I look over at him to see he looks confused. I look away not wanting to be awkward. I take my phone out of my flannel I open up snapchat. I look through a couple of people's stories I then go to the camera and look at my face. I can see that my hair has pretty nicely stayed in the messy bun I had slept in. Pressing down on the record button I begin to speak.

"Hello everyone I am about to take off to go to our first city. Talk to you soon." I say as the quick red line outlines the circle. Bringing the phone down I quickly look over the video and add the black and white filter. I then quickly answer a few snaps with a selfie. I can feel someone staring at me. Looking over towards the aisle I get met with green eyes.

"Sorry." Michael says quickly looking away from me.

"Please fasten your seatbelts. We will be taking off shortly." I hear a flight attendant speak over the intercom. I look down to my lap and look for the belt grabbing it I attempt. Key word attempt. To fasten it but I can't seem to get it once again I feel eyes on me.

"Do you want some help?" I hear Michael's voice come out shakely.

"I can do it." I huff not wanting his help.

"But you're not-"

"Shut up I can do it myself." I breathe out.

"Just-"

"Do you not know what shut up means." I glare up at him. He looks at me determined.

"Yes I do but you need your seatbelt on." He says reaching over to my lap.

"Don't." I say warning him. However he continues and grabs the belt and buckles it in one single motion. I glare at him intensely. "Don't ever do that again. I don't need you to help me." I say venom seeping from each word I said. He looks at me searching my eyes for any doubt. He then huffs out and turns to face forward.

"Sorry I was only trying to help." he says crossing his arms. I ignore his apology and decide to text Calum.

Ali: Why did I get put by Michael?

Calum: It was just how the tickets were handed out.

Ali: will you switch with me?

Calum: No. You both need to work on being civil with one and other.

Ali: I am civil I just really don't like Michael.

Calum: Take a nap then.

Ali: You're not my favorite anymore.

Calum: you'll survive.

I read the message and glare at my phone. Puffing out a breath, I take my headphones out and turn on my favorite playlist on my phone. My sleep playlist. Slipping my phone into the pocket of my sweats. I turn my head attempting to get comfortable, which is damn near impossible on a plane. I finally end up leaning on the window. I suddenly feel the plane start to move. I open the slide that reveals the window I can see we are making our way to the runway. As we reach the runway I feel the plane accelerate quickly. I then reach for the arm rest. But I am met with the back of a hand It quickly moves and I'm holding the armrest. I look over to see Michael swallow fearfully. I forgot he has a fear of flying, I would think with it being almost four years, he would of gotten over it. Especially since he is on tour so often and flies a lot.

I feel the plane take off the ground. I scrunch my eyes together feeling my stomach go into my throat. As the plane steadys I open one eye to see I am still alive and didn't die.

"You good?" I hear his voice slice through my thoughts. Looking over I see the shaky handed boy staring at me.

"I'm fine." I say rolling my eyes at him. I cross my arms and face towards the window. I hear to the right of me him huff out whatever. I roll my eyes again at that. I prop my elbow up on the armrest near the window. Closing my eyes I drift off to dreamland.

"Alissa."

"Alissa wake up"

"Ugh jesus Alissa."

I feel a hand nudge my shoulder. "Wake up." I lazily look over at the voice.

"What?" I say tiredly.

"We landed." I look up to see Michael's tired eyes meeting my own. Sitting up straight almost instantly I face the seat in front of me.

"You okay?" Michael asks hesitantly.

"Once again, I'm fine." I snap at him grabbing my bag from under my seat. I feel his stare still on me so I look back at him.

"What?" I glare at him.

"Your bag. It's uhm cool." He says rubbing his bicep. I look down at my ninja turtle bag and frown. I got this bag a week before Michael left for him because it was our friendship anniversary, 10th to be exact.

"Yeah I know." I mumble. Looking over I see most of the plane is empty. "Why are we still on the plane?" I ask referring to the nearly vacant plane.

"Oh uhm right." Michael says standing up a little too fast. He slams his head into the overhead compartment. I can't help but snicker at his misfortune. He looks down at me with now rosy pink cheeks. "What?" he asks.

"Nothing." I say holding back my laughter.

"Yeah, sure. Let's go, yeah?" he says moving himself into the aisle way.