Color Rush

First Time

The next week passed by in an absolute blur for George. He went on with his usual business, which was the same routine everyday. He'd wake up, eat, stream, eat, chat with Sapnap and Dream, and by the time he was ready for bed he'd have Dream on speaker next to his head. It had become a nightly routine since his mini breakdown. They hadn't talked much about it, but he was still feeling better, and when he woke up at three a.m he was the happiest he had felt in a long time.

Today was the day. Today was when he was finally going to hop on the plane to go to America. He was nervous. He truly felt like getting sick, but he pushed it down, it wasn't a bad feeling. It was just-- How on Earth was this finally happening? It's been years, and he's never seen his best friends face. People around him didn't understand why he would be friends with someone like that. Someone who had kept themselves secret, but George never felt that way. He never felt cheated. Yes, he got a little sad but Dream was genuine and kind, and George thought who he was as a person was greater than whatever face was hidden behind that mask.

However, that didn't mean he wasn't curious. Oh, no, he was dying to see him. To hear him laugh in person. To see if he was really as tall as he claimed to be. Sapnap said he wasn't but Dream insisted that he was a giant. George rests a hand against his cheek, willing the pesky warmth to go away, he didn't need to look like a flustered mess when he hopped in the taxi.

By four, he was heading to the airport, his suitcase in the trunk and his carry on clutched to his chest. The sun had yet to rise, so the city was still quiet. He loved this time of day. The soft lighting was perfect, anything too bright made his head ache. The way the rain pattered against the street created a pretty effect, and he shifted to press his forehead against the window, just watching as it started to pour. Goodbye Brighton, hello Orlando.

Waiting at the terminal was a dull experience, and George was dozing off and on for a while, a hood pulled up over his head, not really wanting to be spotted or noticed by anyone. He didn't mind interacting with people, but right now he was doing all he could just to stay in one piece. He didn't need someone prying on top of that. By six thirty he was finally in his seat, and he was incredibly thankful that he was able to get a direct flight to Orlando. A twelve hour flight was bad enough without having to do lay over after lay over. Closing his eyes, he tries to sleep. Unfortunately it doesn't come, and George is awake for the entire twelve hours.

By the time they were descending, his ears were ringing from the pressure being released. His eyes strained from the bright sun coming through the window. He had to close it, it was washing out his vision. He wasn't sure if he was imagining it or not but he was suddenly hot. He tugs at his collar, wondering if he should take his hoodie off now. How hot was it? Glancing up at the screen on the seat in front of him, his lips part in surprise, it was supposed to be a high of 90 today. It had just creeped into the 50's back home, he'd need to peel the hoodie off before getting out.

It was a rocky landing but the seat belt light flashed and caught his attention. This was it. Dream and Sapnap were waiting for him. They were right there. They were so, so close. He had to calm himself down, his breathing becoming a bit quicker than what was deemed proper. Hyperventilating right now would only turn heads, and he didn't need to explain to someone why he was freaking out.

With shaky hands, he grabs his carry on and stuffs the warm sweater into the bag before flinging it up onto his back. His fingers fuss with the front of his shirt, tugging lightly at the fabric, he wore green.

His mom had helped him pick out things to bring to Florida with him, and he had specifically asked her to find his green t-shirt. He wanted to wear it, he wasn't sure why but it felt appropriate.

Exiting the terminal his legs begin to tremble as he goes to the baggage claim. Where were they waiting? Outside? In the airport? He'd spot Sap from a mile awhile, but Dream could be next to him and he wouldn't know it. That thought makes him anxious and he turns his head over one shoulder and then the other, no one was paying any mind to him. Swallowing he waits for his luggage, and hauls the big suitcase off the conveyor belt when comes crawling into view.