Cabin Fever

Taking Off

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[Brendon's pov]

My alarm screamed to live lurching me awake. It didn't take long for me to realise I was on the floor...again. I groan and get up to stretch and walk over to the bathroom. Ten minutes later I throw on a clean looking shirt and some grey sweats. Charming I know. As soon as I was done making my bed my phone vibrated.

Ryan: hey I'm outside, Scott said the bus should be here soon.

Me: yeah okay cool just give me a sec,i'll be right out.

I put my phone in my back pocket and started grabbing my things. I finally took one last look of my place and walked out, going down the stairs to the empty lobby. I then walked outside to meet Ryan. The sky was partly cloudy and humid. I look over to find Ryan standing by a hanicap sign. He had sunglasses on and a cigarette between his lips. He was wearing jeans that hugged his legs generously, putting my loosely fitted sweats to shame. He looked beautiful. Just the way he was standing made him look like a model. I suddenly realised I was being a weirdo and walked over to him finally.

"Hey." I said. My voice voice shattering the silence that hung in the air. He looked down at me and smirked. I smiled back and my heart rate quickened. Why does he make me feel this way.

"Morning." He said quietly, almost a whisper. And offered me the cigarette. I took it from his long, slender fingers and inhaled slowly. As I exhaled. I watched the smoke rise up and disapear into thin air...just like he did in my dream. I shook my head away from the thought and tried handing it back to him. He declined with a wave of his hand. I shrugged and inhaled it again. The smoke filling up my lungs, the nicotine started to wake me up. I finished it and dropped it crushing the rest of it. I looked up at him and he faced me.

"What?" He said chuckling lightly. Smiled.

"Nothing." I muttered. He just looked away confused. I'm so awkward. I sighed and stuffed my hands in my pockets since I had nothing to do with them. Finally the van arrived. The driver and Zack who was in the passengers seat.
"All aboard ladies" I rolled my eyes and flipped him off. With a small laugh he carried our luggage in the van and soon enough we were on our way to the airport.
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Ryan's POV

They never told us why we're going to the airport, nor did they tell us why and how we are getting on the plane. But I wasn't going to bother to ask I mean, it saves us the energy to drive.
We pick up Spence and Jon and get on our way to the airport. I couldn't help but turn my gaze over to Brendon who was blankly staring out the window with his earbuds in. His eyebrows pulling together and relaxing, most likely going with the beat of his music. I look over to Jon and Spencer who were arguing over if flip flops were socially acceptable to wear in public as much as Jon does. I don't think we'll ever get Jon off of that habit. He loves his flip flops too much. I smile away from them and look out the window myself. The strip buzzing with life as usual. Im glad we're leaving the noise.

"Alright guys we'll be at the Airport in ten minutes." Zack says driving.

"- I'm just saying wearing flip flops inside a strip club is just taking it too far." Spencer continues on.

"Jesus are you guys still on this subject?" Brendon laughs, one earbud in this time. "You guys already had this conversation the other night."

"Look Brendon I'm just looking out for Jon Okay? Who's gonna want someone who wears nothing but flip flops-."

"Thongs." Jon says in a defensive tone.

"What the fuck...?" I hear Zack laughing in the front. We all start laughing while Jon gets angrier at us.

"That's what they're are technically called Okay?" He says crossing his arms.

"See? This is why you still haven't gotten any you are seriously going to call them those? Confidently?" Spencer says in between laughs.

"You know what fuck you all don't talk to me for the rest of this trip." He says irritably and looks out the window.

"Okay girls we're here." Zack interrupts pulling into the airport.
We get through the airport security and Zack tells us we're here early so we sit and wait.

"Well I'm going to get some coffee do you want anything?" Brendon asks getting up.

"Uhh yeah I'll have a coffee too thanks." He smiles and walks off down the corridor.
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Brendon's POV

I finally find the coffee shop but to my disappointment there is seven people in front of me. The line moves slowly as I hear my name being whispered behind me.

"Oh my god it's him." One voice says.

"No that cannot be Brendon." Another said.

"It is! Oh god he's turning around."

"Shh!"

I turn to see two girls looking up at me with wide eyes. I smile.

"Hi." One manages to make out.

"Hello." I say enthusiastically.

"It's you." The other, shorter one said.

"Why yes it is." I answer smiling.

"We're big fans of your band." The taller one says beaming.

"Thank you we appreciate that." There was an awkward silence until the short one spoke.

"Um, if you don't mind us asking.. can we get your autograph? Maybe a picture if you don't mind?" She asks shyly.

"Of course!" I exclaim. The short one takes out her camera as the other on takes a hesitant step towards me.
"Well I don't bite, come on." I take her in and put my arm around her shoulder and she awkwardly grips me back. I honestly don't see how she could be so nervous. Once I was done and signing their notebooks they step back.

"Thanks so much Brendon!" The small one gushes.

"Anytime!" I give them one last hug and they run off towards the corridor the guys are down, I wince slightly and silently wish them luck for the fan girls they have to endure.
Thankfully the line is now narrowed down to one more. I quickly order and speed walk to the guys. We would be leaving in ten minutes.

"Jesus Bren could you have taken any longer? Oh and did you see those girls?... I think one of them touched my ass on purpose." Spencer said laughing.

"Yeah I did, and I'm grateful I didn't get molested." I laughed and handed Ryan his coffee. Who thanked me and sipped and closed his eyes.

"You remembered how I like it." He said opening his eyes and smiling.

"Well yeah two creamers no sugar." I say shrugging it off feeling a little triumphant for remembering.
Finally Zack returns and tells us it's time to get going. When we go to the back I couldn't believe who I was seeing.

"Pete?" Ryan says in astonishment. They go in for a bear hug. "I thought you were in tour!?"

"Well I thought I'd fly out for a bit to give you all something." He points behind him to reveal a private jet. We stay still, mouths hanging open.

"How- why-?" I start to ask.

"Well it was out old one, but we just got an upgrade for our tour so we all decided to give you guys this one." He says like it was no big deal.

"Our own private jet?" Jon asks walking up the steps inside. "Jesus Pete thank you."

"Yeah whatever, anyway I need to go we're leaving to New York tonight so see you guys." We all hug him goodbye and get inside.
Ry and sit together and Jon and Spence sit on the opposite side. Once we start to take off Ryan tenses up and grabs hold of my hand.
We both stare at it, he stutters and pulls away but I grab his hand and hold it tighter. He relaxes and puts his head back. I smile and look out the window.
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AN

So this was longer than I thought but I'm going to continue on in the next chapter. ;)