strawberry mentos - dnf

Handsome

George's POV

//description of puking

George flung open the front door, coffee in one hand and suitcase in the other. The airport was a far drive, and he could not survive a minute before 7 AM without caffeine. He shot open the car door, getting in and putting his coffee cup in the cupholder by his left hand. Before he took off, however, he texted Dream.

"On my way, see you tonight :))"

It was finally the day, the day he was gonna meet Dream. The day that he had been waiting for for the past 4 years. Backing out of his driveway, he stepped on the gas and he was off to the airport.

He plugged in his aux and took off. It was still a little bit dark out, the sun was just rising, and there was a tone of purple on the horizon with a orange pink topping it. It was honestly beautiful.

About an hour and a half later, he pulled into the airport parking lot. He had arranged that his parents would come and pick up his car and bring it back home so he didn't have to worry about leaving it at the airport, so he left his keys in the car and left it unlocked as his parents were driving there right now. 

So there he was, sitting in a small coffee shop in the middle of the airport. He had ordered a donut because he still had his coffee from earlier, and waited for his flight to be announced. It was 7:30 in the morning, and he was about to meet Dream, he told himself for what he was guessing was the 726th time today. There were people carrying luggage and running with small children all over the place, and George Couldn't remember the last time he had been in such a crowded area.

Finally, his flight was announced through the intercoms and his heart bolted at the sound of it.
"Flight B6 is boarding, I repeat, flight B6, Brighton to Florida, USA."

He grabbed his luggage and hopped off the stool he had been sitting on, letting the material on the seat inflate again. He ran to the boarding gate, waiting in line, and as he started boarding he felt sick for a moment. He didn't mix well with planes.

But then it was all over, because he got on the flight and he couldn't even bother listening to the pilot speaking.
He sat down in his assigned seat, and was happy to find there was a small television screen plastered at his eyes view on the top of the back of the seat in front of him.

He shoved his luggage into the overhead bins, struggling a little bit because of his height. He got into the seat closest to the window and fastened his seatbelt, being prepared for takeoff.

He must have fallen asleep, and though his flight was going to arrive at midnight he was faded it wasn't over yet. The sun was now out and shining, and he could see they were over the Atlantic ocean right now. He checked his phone and it was only 10 am- had he slept for 3 hours?? It felt like 9, not gonna lie.

He pulled out the very chipped and broken pair of headphones from the pouch on the side of his seat. They were a dull purple, and the hinges that folded it in were so broken they were swinging while George was holding them. Oh well though, because at least he had a TV in the first place.

The next few hours flew by, and all George could remember doing is watching some American cartoon (which he had actually never seen before, since it didn't air in the UK).

And he must have fallen asleep again, because next thing he knew a sharp pull in the turbulence brought him back to consciousness.

They were landing??? Already???

He hadn't even seen the sunset, he was a little bit disappointed. But he could see the city of Florida over him, and it kind of looked like a jungle.