GUESS WHAT
IT'S A ONE SHOT

"Are you excited, Dan?" Phil asked with a childish grin on his face. Poor Dan had to put up with the hyper man (the word boy seemed more appropriate for the mood he was in) for seven hours on their way to America. Phil was feeling giggling and poking Dan who was just trying to listen to music through his headphones.

"Yes, I am. Just tired so please, let me sleep." Dan sounded fed up- it made sense considering he had to get up at 3am to catch the flight and make it to America in time for their tour. Dan just got moody when he was tired whilst Phil got super hyper and annoying.

"But Dan, I wanna play I Spy!" Dan rolled his eyes, taking his headphones off and leaving them around his neck. "I spy with my little eye..." Phil frantically glanced around the aeroplane in search for something he could use to complete his sentence. "Something beginning with b."

"I don't know." Dan muttered, hoping the game would just finish right then. Instead Phil whined, poking his friend and pouting.

"It's no fun if you don't try."

"Fine," Dan looked down at Phil's lap, seeing his reading book. "Book."

"Wow, how'd you guess?"

"I'm not an idiot."

"Fine, you don't want to play. I'll just sit here and be so bored and lonely despite sitting next to my bestest friend." Dan put his headphones back on and just ignored Phil from then on.

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"I'm sorry but we are experiencing some minor turbulence..." The pilot said, making Phil frown slightly. He was usually okay with planes but when there was turbulence, it made him feel sick... very sick. His stomach lurched as the plane shook slightly and so he glanced at Dan for comfort. His friend was fast asleep, his mouth open as small snores exited his mouth.

Phil poked him, deciding against saying his name because his headphones were blaring music out so loud that Phil could actually hear it clearly. When Dan's eyes didn't open, he poked harder, scared he was about to be sick.

"What do you want? I don't want to play I Spy again..." Dan mumbled, his voice laced with exhaustion.

"I feel really..." The plane jerked, making Phil clasp a hand over his mouth. "Sick."

Dan obviously didn't hear so Phil pulled off his headphones and repeated himself.

"Oh, are you going to be sick?" Suddenly Dan was pretty much wide awake and his eyes were wide with concern.

Phil nodded, his face paler than ever (and that is very concerning). Dan pulled a sick bag out of the chair pocket and gave it to Phil, gently rubbing his shoulder. Phil then turned a light shade of green and he was being sick into the bag.

"You're okay, it's okay. Did you take your travel tablets?"

"I didn't think I'd need them..."

"Oh, Phil... Do you want some water?" Phil nodded and so Dan handed him their water bottle, watching closely as his friend took a sip.

Phil leant his head on Dan's shoulder as the pilot announced that they were okay and there shouldn't be any more turbulence.

Happy New Year! Maybe I'll post more this year. Who knows?