Wooooow it's been a while, but why was I such a good writer? jkjk but honestly the little allusions I make to The Little Mermaid movie? ummm why are they actually kinda good loll anyway heres one I had in the drafts:

"Ariel! Are you okay? We saw what happened and we tried going to help but Coach wouldn't let us!"

Cinderella was jogging up to me, her hair in the most perfect bun I had ever seen. Her hair looked soft and shiny, even when it was tied up. She wore her signature collar necklace with pearl earrings. She was holding her yellow and blue pom poms in one hand. She wore her cheerleading outfit, a yellow top and a blue tiny skirt. Every time I saw this uniform I was reminded of Flounder.

Ella threw her pom poms to the side and reached for me. She patted me down, her hands holding my shoulders then my head and, finally, my leg.

"Ow!" I screamed.

"I am so sorry! I didn't mean to hurt you, I'm just so worried about you! I saw you fall and I immediately knew you were hurt! I mean, how could you not be? That ball came at you really fast, and with your size, it definitely had to have hurt! You are so small and so delicate and so fragile-"

"Yea, but I'm alright. I'm okay." I smiled at her to let her know I was fine and that she could stop talking about me in that tone. Sometimes, I felt like she belittled me. Maybe it wasn't on purpose, so it never really bothered me that much, but she could definitely watch her words some more.

"Of course you are," She half smiled. "I just want you to know that if you need anything from me- anything at all- just let me know. Okay?"

"Yea, thanks. You're a good friend," I tried to say it like I actually meant it but, for some reason, it didn't sound like it. "Your practice is over, are we almost leaving?"

Cinderella let out a light laugh and tilted her head.

"What do you mean?"

"Well, you said you'd give me a ride home if I came to watch you practice." Cinderella could not have forgotten about this part of our deal, could she have? I had wanted to come when she first asked, because who doesn't like an adventure, out of the usual place you eat and sleep at, but I had also asked her for a ride. I didn't have a car or license, and my walk home was too far, so as an unfortunate soul, I depended on my friends sometimes.

"Ari, sweetheart, I don't have time to be driving around town. The football game is today and you know I have to be here with my girls." Her girls. Her girls, who included the cheer squad. Aurora, our friend who was a cheerleader and who was also preparing for the game tonight. Jasmine, the cheerleader whose hair was so long and looked amazing in teal and also happened to be preparing for the game tonight. The other cheerleaders who would all be there tonight with Ella. All having cheerleading in common. All having cheer to keep their friendship from falling apart.

Belle would usually also be preparing for football games, pom poms in hands, but she had to miss out on this big night because of family issues.

"Okay, that's fine," I said, trying to not cry. "I'll just hang around and…maybe after the game you can drive me home?"

Ella placed a hand on my shoulder. "Of course, Ari. Thanks for understanding. You're the best!"

She blew kisses at me as she turned around, picked up her pom poms and headed back to her girls.

I sat back in my seat on the bleachers, looking up at the sky. The sun was beginning to set, making the sky look orange. A couple of birds passed by flying in their usual V formation. I loved being outside, basking in the sun, and having the wind gently blow my hair away from my face. I was enjoying this moment. I was.

Or, at least, I would have been if Ella hadn't ruined it for me.

I loved Ella but she often did things that made me wonder if I was of any importance to her. She would forget things about me or do things that ended up hurting me. But I'm sure she didn't do any of that on purpose.

"Hey!"

I spun around. Eric was squatting down on the steps behind me. His football uniform was drenched in sweat, and his hair stuck to his forehead. He took a sip from his red water bottle but kept his eyes on me.

"Hi."

"What are you still doing here?" He asked, shaking his head aggressively to shake off the sweat. "Weren't you getting a ride?"

I felt my face get red, again.

"Plans changed, I guess. I'll be staying here until after the game."

"Why? What happened?"

"Nothing, I just changed my mind, that's all." I turned back around to face the field. "What are you doing here, anyway?"

With a loud thud, he sat himself next to me, also facing the field. "I came to check up on you? I hurt you, remember?"

He leaned in to me, I could smell his sweat and almost feel the moisture. I couldn't turn to face him.

"Or were you faking it all along?" He leaned closer to me and I could now smell him even better, and surprisingly realized that he did not smell bad. The wind and salt combination reminded me of the ocean, and as I finally turned to look at him slowly, his blue eyes overcame me like the waves usually do at the beach.

I stared at him, captivated by his beautiful eyes. His jet black hair fell gently on his eyes. Everything about him was soft and gentle, but in his football gear, he also looked strong and confident. He looked at me back, with a glimmer in his eyes and from them, I could tell he was smiling at me. The world seemed to revolve around us at the very moment, and I didn't want this moment to ever end.

"No…" I managed. "I, I wasn't."

I escaped his trance and slid myself away from him.