chapter thirty-nine

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Nick takes me back to his house.

I walk in like a zombie, unaware of my surrounds, with one word flashing in my mind.

Rachel. Rachel. Rachel.

Nick explained what happened to Clay, although I don't remember happening. 

Dream booked the next plane ticket for tonight. I must've given them my information, although I don't remember that happening.

I'm laying down on their couch right now. That's all I remember happening.

"y/n," Clay sits next to me on the couch, "you need to get up. You have a plane and a man to catch"

I groan into a pillow.

"y/n, you have to go." I hear Nick say from somewhere in the kitchen.

"I'll go get your stuff, otherwise you're going to have to live with us."

"That sounds like a better plan. From here in Florida, I don't have to think about or see Alex or Rachel."

"Clay clogs toilets. You don't want to live here."

Clay scoffs. "I'm getting your stuff. Get ready to go to the airport."

I hear him descend up the stairs.

"y/n" Nick says softly, "you have to go, okay?"

I groan again.

"Listen. I got dumped by the most beautiful girl tonight, and she wants another guy. Now, I'm not getting in the way of that relationship because anyone with two eyes can tell their crazy for each other."

A pang of guilt hits me in the stomach.

He continues without a response. "You were confused, but you've made your decision. So go act on your decision. It'll make me feel a hell of a lot better."

I groan once more before sitting up. "Okay."

They drive me to the airport. I board the plane with all my mental baggage and regret. This is not how this trip was supposed to go.

My plane ride is two hours long. I mull over every word that was said since the minute I raided Quackity. I think of how we talked over the phone, out meet ups in real life, when we moved into together.

I think of our fights and our make ups (and our make out).

I think of how supportive Nick and Dream were. Dream especially.

How many times did he listen to me rant? How many times did he listen to me tell him about my feelings for his two friends? Was it really all for nothing? All for me to figure it out too late?


~"Then you have some stuff to figure out then," Dream says.

"What if.. What if it's too late?" I ask softly, more scared of the answer than asking the question.~


The very question I asked back then is the very question I'm asking now,

What is it's too late? What if I waited too long and Alex has already moved on and forgotten it?


~"Listen, I'm not one to be all sappy, but if it's truly meant to be and its fate or whatever, then it will never be too late."

I sit for a moment, letting it all soak in.~


Once again I sit for a moment, letting it all soak in.

I let it all soak in as the plane lands.


~"And when you do make a decision," he continues, "make sure it's the right one."~


I have made a decision. And I'm absolutely positive it's the right one.


~if it's truly meant to be and its fate or whatever, then it will never be too late.~

~"And when you do make a decision," he continues, "make sure it's the right one."~


It's not too late. I still have a chance.

I shoot up from where I'm standing as passengers flow by through the aisles.

I have to get off this plane. I have to go home.


word count: 592

author's note: 

WOOO GO GET YOU MANS Y/N

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