Manthony ✨

Japan

~JAPAN~

Fluff <3

ATTENTION: This is FANFICTION and none of this is CONFIRMED. No hate to ANY of the Chase Atlantic members or their girlfriends, please! Enjoy <3

~Christian~

We're flying to Japan today to meet up with some friends so we can work on finishing our upcoming album. I'm excited, I've never been to Japan and I'm in love with their food. I wake up before Mitchel, starting to pack my stuff. I don't know what he wants to bring with him, so I just set out his suitcase for him and go to get dressed and brush my mess of hair. I brush my teeth too and use some mouthwash. I come back and he's awake,

"Packing already?" He asks and I nod,

"Yeah, I wanna get ready now so that we can get to the airport early," I say, knowing he knows I hate rushing. He swings his legs over the side of the bed and rubs his eyes,

"Well, then I'm gonna get dressed, wash up and pack too," he walks to the bathroom, wearing just my t-shirt and boxers. I can't help but look at him until he disappears into the bathroom. I get back to packing and after about 15 minutes I'm done and Mitchel's dressed. I give him a quick kiss and we head out into the kitchen, getting some breakfast,

"Morning," Clinton says and I pass him a bowl and spoon for some cereal,

"Who drank all the juice?" Mitchel asks and Clinton's eyes widen,

"My bad, I was really craving some," he explains, getting a slap on the arm from his brother. I laugh,

"We can get some later," I say and Mitchel frowns,

"No, we can't, we're going to Japan," he crosses his arms, "They're not gonna let us bring OJ on the plane," he grabs the cereal and pours some in his bowl then pours some milk in it, shoving a small bite in his mouth. We sit in silence for a little until I choke on a flake of cereal, my eyes watering. I attempt a sip of water but that seems to make it worse and I spend the next few moments hacking out cereal from my esophagus like a dumbass until I'm good,

"Damn bro, it's 9 am and you're already choking," Mitchel says and I grimace,

"Don't play, it's gonna be a long day," I take another bite, careful this time when I swallow. Clinton laughs,

"You're treating that bite of cereal as if spiders are going to crawl out," he downs his water and finishes his bowl, "I'm packing, see y'all," he says and I finish my bowl,

"Mitchel, why aren't you eating," I ask, watching him push his food around like a kid,

"I'm not hungry," he mumbles and I roll my eyes,

"What are you? Five?" I ask and he shoots daggers with his light eyes, "Okay, okay, my bad," I say, "Somebody's in a mood," I say under my breath and he turns,

"Hey," he growls and grabs his spoon, lobbing it at me,

"Oi! What's that for?" I pick it up and put it in the sink, he leaves his cereal on the table and storms off, "What the hell man?" I call and he gives the middle finger, not turning around before heading to my room to continue packing. What was that? Is he okay? I dump his cereal in the sink, hating the waste of food, but I know he won't finish it,

"Mitchel, you okay?" I ask softly from outside the door,

"I'm fine," he snaps and I open the door,

"Baby," I say and he looks at me, "What's wrong?" I sit on my bed, next to him,

"I'm stressed about getting the album out, I'm not eating enough, I can't find my appetite and I hate airplanes," he admits,

"I'll help you eat more, I'll help you, baby," I say, putting my arm around his shoulder, "Why do you hate airplanes?" I ask and he moves one of his braids out of his face,

"I hate the pressure," he says and I nod, "My ears always hurt so bad," he says and I make sure to pack some pain medicine for him as well as motion sickness medicine just in case.

12 pm

We're in the airport now, getting everything ready to board our flight. We all show our passports and eventually, after about 2 and a half hours we make it onto the plane,

"You good?" I ask Mitchel whose rubbing his palms on his jeans,

"I'm fine," he says quietly and I put my hand on his thigh. He rests his hand on top of mine, moving it so we're hand in hand. After a while of waiting for everything to be ready, Mitchel's asleep. I hold his hand, listening to the flight attendants talk about safety and other things. Once it's time for take off, I'm surprised the rumble of the engine and the shaking of the plane as we move forward doesn't wake him. I close my eyes until a speaker says that we're now 10,000 feet above the ground and can remove our seatbelts if we want. I don't just because I don't want to move and wake Mitchel. Instead, I just fall asleep, drifting into a world where time doesn't exist.