George's mind has established that he liked flowers.
Since he was only five years old.
But something George was never too keen on was birds. I mean, a tiny feathered ball with the ability to peck your eyes out AND they can fly? To George it sounded unreasonable.
George also never liked flight. But he had told himself to face his fears so here he was, in Heathrow Airport, luggage in tow and his passport and boarding pass in his hands.
He had quickly spotted the woman at the check in desk with her bright red uniform.
The loud intercom interrupted his thoughts,
"Virgin Atlantic flight 249, from Heathrow to JFK is now boarding, will seats in business 1-43 please board now."
George decided to pick a middle seat so he had about five minutes.
The British man decided to text Dream, ' Hey I'm boarding soon see you in T-minus 24 hours'
George had a lay over in JFK and then a one way flight to Orlando International Airport AKA Dream.
And boy was he exited.
'Thank you for telling me see you soon baby'
Again with the nicknames, Dream had used a lot recently ranging from 'baby' to 'big dick daddy' and Dream's favorite his 'uwu cat boy'.
George had hated most of them.
"Virgin Atlantic flight 249, Heathrow to JFK is now boarding section b, seats 44 to 123."
That was his cue.
And boy George was ready for his time in the spotlight which was meeting up with Dream.
Little did George know that like in almost every hit Broadway musical, there was a villain.
And the Aaron Burr to George's story was time.
And it was running out.
Very Quickly.
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AYO Hamilton reference. I had therapy so I speedran this while watching Tommy's stream. And like my cringe monologue this book is coming to an end :) and y'all's comments make me laugh.
Pls remember to eat and drink something and ily <3
-mads ( she / her )
