I Don't Need Your Help; d.h

3: the girl and america

I said to myself "can u write a chapter while doing karaoke?"

So I was like "420 blaze it yo I can"

So enjoy this chapter I have blessed you with (because I also enjoyed that night I wrote it) by Panic! At The Disco

3: the girl and america,

Your P.O.V.

It was probably because you were woken up at 4 am by Belle that you were cranky. In the midst of the ungodly hours, the redhead had managed to wake you up, the freckles on her face less visible than usual under the small light atop your heads. She was literally a walking Merida - y'know, the one from the Disney movie Brave, but without the accent. She had the curls, the freckles, the face...they were almost identical.

"Hey (Y/N)," she had called. "(Y/N). (Y/N). (Y/N)."

You groaned in response, crossing your arms as well. "(Y/N)~" she repeated once more, elongating your name this time. You opened one orifice, specifically your eye, to look at the girl beside you. She grinned and shook her head. Belle then returned to typing on her phone. You decided to close your eyes, but then a little later your phone dinged.

"@EXEBelle tweeted: it's 4:36 am and everybody's asleep except meeee!!! caught @(Y/N)Probably on cam"

Below was a picture. Belle had taken a picture with you; you looking surprisingly very beautiful. The redhead had made a funny face whilst you had your eyes closed, arms crossed over your chest and your head to the side, facing the window. You favorited the tweet and even retweeted it, saying, "@EXEBelle lmao, ur gonna pay...one day >:)"

A flight attendant soon came over to the seats later on, handing out coffee and the choice of a sandwich and pancakes for breakfast for those who were awake. Phil was awake, apparently, and you decided that you would look over after the flight attendant had given you your food.

"Hey Philiiiiip," You called, grabbing his attention. He looked up and smiled, cheeks puffed up with pancakes. You saw that Dan was asleep, and you tilted your head in question. There was quite a turbulence during 5 am, and somehow, he was still asleep. You tried as hard as you can to reach for Phil's pancakes despite having your own.

"What are you doing?" He asked, handing the pancakes for making your crime easier. Once you placed it in your mouth, you accidentally elbowed the chocolate eyed boy in the cheek. This caused him to jolt, squinting between you and Phil, holding his cheek. "What is going on?!" He whispered, you and Phil obviously guilty. Dan had his hobbit hair on, probably for some reason you didn't know. Phil tried to stifle a laugh.

"It was my fault-" you cut your brother off.

"I'm sorry Dan, it was my fault..." You took the pancake from your mouth. "Do you want the pancake?"