Wen

Olivia has been very… distant for the past week after the video incident. When I would ask her a question, she would either say yes, no, or change the subject. She has started eating again, though. Usually half a sandwich, but hey, who's complaining.

Now we are sitting on the airplane. We just took off five minutes ago and Olivia is going through her bag, pulling out her iPod.

" No," I said taking away her iPod.

" What?"

" We are on this plane for a while and you can't avoid me since you're sitting next to me."

She sat back and waved her hand for me to proceed.

Olivia

" I knew you were lying when you said the video was over." He whispered.

" Well damn, I guess you have questions," I whispered back.

" You know it."

I waved my hand again for him to proceed.

" Didn't you write your dad before Madison Square?"

" You already know that."

" Someone's snappy today," he taunted.

" Shut up!" I whisper yelled at him.

" Okay. God. Do you still write him?"

" No," my voice becoming barely a whisper.

" When did you stop?" he asked.

" Three years ago."

" When we got engaged?"

" Yep."

" Why?"

I pulled the notebook out of my bag. I opened it and pulled out the piece of paper that I know by heart. Handing the piece of paper to him, the words replaying in my head:

What do you mean your getting married? Who would marry you? The only thing you're good for is a punching bag. I don't care who you became; you are still the piece of shit that ruined my damn life.

I didn't realize the tears were flowing down my face in till Wen wiped them and held me too him. He let me cry into his shirt while he rubbed my back.

Stella

I was watching Charlie play Fruit Slice when I looked up and saw Wen holding a crying Olivia. I nudged Charlie and pointed towards them.

He poked Wen, which wasn't hard since we were across the aisle. Wen didn't let go of Olivia but turned his head and mouthed 'back pocket.' Charlie reached towards his back pocket and pulled a piece of paper.

The paper had a yellow tint. It had little splotches on it, which my guess were tears. Charlie opened the paper and we started reading, well I didn't because my dyslexia was acting up so Charlie read it to me. Charlie's hands clenched and I cussed her dad out under my breath, remembering Jamie was in front of me.

How could he be so cruel? She tried to make things better between them and this is what she gets. From what Olivia told me her parents had her when they were sixteen but, most people will love there little girl forever no matter what is caused them to loose.

I stood up and slapped Scott upside the head.

He turned around and murmured " What the hell Stella. That shit hurt!"

" Look at this," I said handing him the letter.

Mo covered her hand to muffle the sound of her broken sob and Scott was rubbing his hand across his unshaven beard type a thing. Jamie continued coloring his picture of the cookie monster.

" That is one wicked picture of the cookie monster!" I said getting a little distracted.

" Really Stella!" Charlie said, a little annoyed.

" What? The cookie monster is awesome!"

" Do you watch Seseame Street?" Jamie asked.

" Hel- uh heck yeah," I said catching my slip a little to late.

" Stella!" Mo said getting a little angry.

" Ooo. Aunt Stella's gonna get sent to the cornerrrr," Jamie taunted.

" Hehe… Stella is not here right now. Leave a message after the beeeeeep," I said sitting down quickly in my seat.

" Nice save," Charlie said chuckling next to me.

" Shut up. Old habits die hard, especially cussing," I said as I crossed my arms around me.

" Five foot two of pure determination," he said kissing the top of my head.

" Five foot ten of pure awesomeness," I said back, leaning back into his arms.

" You got that right," he said wrapping his hands around me.

" And cockiness."

" Shut up."

~~~0oooo0~~~

The plane landed and Olivia hasn't said a word. Her eyes are red and puffy with tearstains running down her cheeks, Wen had a huge dark stain on his blue shirt.

We were about to walk out of the airport when Olivia stopped. We watched as she set her bag down and pulled the hood up on her over sized sweatshirt. She picked her bag up and continued to walk with her head down towards the doors.

As we walked out, the flashing of paparazzi blinded us. They yelled questions about our relationships but most of them were about Olivia and the " abortion".

We finally made it to the limo and Olivia flopped down and mumbled under her breath "assholes."

" You got that right," I said sitting next to her.

" Why did you keep that letter?" Mo questioned sitting next to her.

" Because sometimes I believe it," she stated.

" Why?" Scott asked.

" You don't get it do you?" Olivia said looking at all of us.

" Get What?" Charlie said.

" Er… no offense Charlie. That doesn't count. You usually don't get it," She said with a smile tugging at her lips.

" Hey!"

" It's true Charlie," I said patting his shoulder.

" What? Oh! Hehe. I know."

" Anyway, I still don't get it," Wen said watching her carefully.

" I read the letter whenever I'm upset. I read the letter when I lost the baby. I read the letter after that video was on The Music Scene. It makes me fight harder, proving him wrong even if he can't see it."

" Makes sense," Mo said nodding her head.

" Why do you keep it in your song notebook?" Wen questioned.

"Inspiration."

" Will we ever get to see that?" Scott said wiggling his eyebrows.

" Yeah, right. She doesn't even let me look through it and I'm her husband!"

We all laughed and the tension in the limo went away.

We were close to the hotel when Jamie showed me his picture of the purple cookie monster.

" Here you go Aunt Stella."

" This is the best god… uh gosh darn picture I have ever seen of the cookie monster!"

" Stella!" Mo said again, angrier.

" Hehe… hi. How's it going," I said, scooting closer into Charlie's side.

" Wait till you guys have kids. They will know how to cuss by the time they turn one!"

I could feel myself blush as everyone laughed.