I'm not even gonna lie to you, this chapter is half assed

In my defense I wrote like 90% of it in one sitting, lost it all, then angrily rewrote half last night and the other half this afternoon? night? What day is it-

Uhhhhh anyways time is meaningless enjoy

TW: anxiety, Karen-type bitch, idk something like that I'm tired

Previously...

"You can... you can do what you want now, I just wanted your opinion on what flight we take. If you don't want to stay in here it's ok." As soon as the words leave his mouth, I'm out the door, heading back down the hall to the room I was staying in.

Well... I guess I'm going to Florida.

**Dream's P.O.V.**

It was Thursday, the day of the flight. Earlier in the week, George, Wilbur, and I had headed back to George's apartment, packing up any of the stuff he wanted to take with him. Wilbur had offered to deal with selling the apartment, which I was certainly thankful for, and I'm sure George was too.

It was time for us to head to the airport, so we all piled into Wilbur's car- me in the passenger seat while George laid down in the back. Wilbur drove us to the airport, hugging me goodbye and giving George a wave and a smile. We went our separate ways, George and I into the airport, and Wilbur back to his apartment.

We dragged our luggage inside, turning it in to security and then going through ourselves. It went fairly well, and George and I found ourselves waiting for the plane to arrive, with about an hour to spare.

"You wanna go get something to eat? I think we passed a Wendy's on our way in," I suggest, glancing over at George. He just kinda shrugged, not even looking up.

"C'mon. We have a bunch of time before our flight boards, we might as well walk around. I don't really want us to get separated, either, so..." He sighed heavily, getting up.

We walked around the hub, until we found the Wendy's from earlier. We got in line, George standing right behind me.

"Do you want anything?" I ask. He nods, pointing up at the menu. I follow his gaze, making a guess. "Chicken nuggets?" George nods, a ghost of a smile on his face.

"Welcome to Wendy's, how may I help you?" The lady at the counter asks, eyeing us both.

"I'll have a large fry, and he'll have chicken nuggets," I order, watching as the woman's expression soured.

"Uh, can't he order for himself?" I frowned, looking back to see George hiding behind me, putting his head in his hands.

"He wants chicken nuggets," I repeat, firmer this time. She raised her arms in defense, scoffing.

"Whatever." I paid, and she handed the bag over with an eye roll. George and I left quickly, and I could tell he was embarrassed.

"She was just being rude, it wasn't her place to say that," I try to reassure him. "And hey, at least we got our food!" He nods, shrugging half-heartedly. We walk the rest of the way back to the terminal in silence, and eat our food while waiting for the plane.

We still have some time before boarding, and it looks like George has no desire to try and communicate with me. Not that I blame him.

He leans against the seat, curling up into a tiny ball and closing his eyes. I can't tell if he's sleeping or not, but at least he looks peaceful. He deserves the world, and I'm going to do my best to give it to him.

"Flight 404 to Orlando, boarding now." I reach out to shake George awake, before stopping myself. No, I shouldn't touch him.

"George. George, wake up, we're about to board the plane." He blinks groggily, glancing at me while rubbing his eyes. God, he's adorable.

Not now, Dream. You can be gay for your best friend later.

"First class boarding now!"

"That's us, c'mon." I stand up, offering him a hand. I can practically see the mental battle going on in his head- until finally, he curls his fingers in mine, letting me pull him to his feet. But he pulls away quickly after that, grabbing his little carry on backpack and staring down at the floor.

"Ok... well, let's go," I mumble, feeling like a kicked puppy. I should be happy that he let me- sort of- hold his hand. But really, I just feel a whirlwind of emotions, most of them being anger towards Cole for what he did to George.

I pushed it away, shaking my head. Not now.

George and I got on the plane, taking our first class seats right next to each other. George first closes the window shade, then immediately puts on a pair of headphones, playing music on what looks like an old mp3 player.

Right. I forgot he didn't have his phone. I would have to remember to get him a new one once we got to Florida.

George's eyes are closed, his fists curled around the wire of his headphones. He sighs contently, turning away from me. The pilot makes an announcement, and the seatbelt light goes on.

Suddenly, I'm a lot more nervous.

On the way to London, I was way too distracted by George's disappearance to think about the flight. But now, George was right beside me, I knew he was safe, and I was still afraid of heights.

I grip the armrests tightly, taking a deep breath. I was thankful that George had closed the window shade. I didn't want to know how high we were off the ground.

I glance over at George again, watching his chest move up and down steadily. It was oddly calming, and it helped, at least a little bit, knowing that he was ok.

So when the plane steadied itself in the air, I was ok. Anxious, yes. But ok. I just had to remain calm for the rest of the flight. Easier said than done.

George shifted a bit in his seat, resting his head on my shoulder. Now I was almost certain he was asleep, or at least close to it, because he definitely wouldn't have done that if he was awake.

I won't wake him up. He needs his sleep. Plus, he looks so peaceful, and I won't be the one to ruin that for him. Not today.

I blink slowly, yawning. Now that I think about it, I'm kind of tired too. George had the right idea, sleeping through the flight.

My head bobs a little, eyes closing. Some sleep would be good for me. My head rests on George's, and I find myself falling into unconsciousness. 

I wish I could be serious for two seconds but at least I'm kinda funny sometimes

Anyways I've got so many ideas for new books I hope I can write at least 3 of them this summer :/