A/N: I saw so many other fanfics with this subject, but I think they got it all wrong! So, here my story to change things and make them right again. No hate, but some of them just don't hit the mark.
(Flamingo) Albert sat alone at lunch. Not many people bothered him. It wasn't like the cafeteria was completely empty either. Even the flies had already left him alone. It was Just Albert and his lunch tray. Which matter of fact wasn't filled with food most of the time; he was too sad to eat.
Albert's friends had tried to get in contact with him
but after that.... that event... they could no longer stay. For they feared that they shall be infected too.
Yes, Florida was hot but that wasn't why he was crying ever day. He was Insecure. Lonely. Loathed. Maybe even hated.
Albert had tried to take his mind of the present matter. Which sprung into failure. With having had tried to slip into the past rather then wallow in sorrow...
...but it didn't work. Flamingo was still one lonely boy, sad and confused. Only keeping the thoughts that swirled and teased inside his head company.
Suddenly (your name) walked up behind him. Footsteps. Drifting. Then a figure sat down next to Albert. Carefully placing down there lunch box as to not faze him.
"Long time," (your name) spoke and they unzipped there lunch box. There fingers lacing around the bag.
Albert, grumbled and awoke from there nap like presence.
"I deserved that," said (your name here) and took a bite from there apple.
"Go away," Flamingo said in a grumpy mood.
"Not before you hear my offer," said (your name here)
"I don't want to hear about it." Flamingo spoke. Albert really didn't want anything to do with , not after... that. That trauma... "I don't want anything to do with you... not after... that."
"Gosh darn it Albert! None of that wasn't your fault," , "It was none of our fault." Said (your name here)
"Yes it was, it was my fault. I could have stopped it." Albert said his body tensing up the tension rising, "I SHOULD HAVE STOPPED IT FROM HAPPENING."
"Calm down, Flamingo everyone can hear you!," , "It wasn't your fault... that wasn't your fault."
But no matter what (your name here) said, Flamingo still felt that that was his fault...
"I need you," said (your name here) . "Just one more time. Just one more mission and I'll leave you alone. For good this time. "
Oh lonelyness, that would be nice. No one around. No one to remind Flamingo of...that. No one to bring him that sorrow and pain.
(449 words.)
