*Gerard's POV*
We all stayed over once again, as it wouldn't make sense not to, since we were leaving so early. I woke up at about two thirty three in the morning and saw Jack pacing. I sat up, rubbing my eyes, and trying my best not to woke the others. "Jack?" She paused and whispered back: "Gerard? Did I wake you?" I shook my head and walked over to her. "What's up?" I asked quietly, referring to the fact that she was pacing in the same spot that she had been when I fell asleep last night, around eleven. She had promised to get some sleep. She blinked and said softly: "I can't sleep. Not until I know what's making that noise." I stopped, listening to the sounds of the night. A faint rustling sound could be heard. I nodded to her and walked towards the bedroom, where the noise could be heard. I looked in and saw it was Frank. There was a piece of paper on his bed, rustling against the wall. I sighed and took the paper off the bed, putting it under the bed. I made my way back to the living room and Jack stared at me. I smiled slightly and murmured: "Just some paper." She breathed a sigh of relief. "Really?" I nodded. She walked over to me and hugged me. "Thanks, Gee. I'm sorry for being so ridiculous." I shook my head, wrapping my arms around her small frame. "You weren't being ridiculous. It's okay." She yawned. Without a second thought, I allowed her onto my back for a piggy back ride and carried her into her room. I set her down on her bed and was leaving, when I felt a tug on my wrist. I looked back at Jack, who was blushing. "Um...Will you stay with me?" I blinked, then nodded, climbing into bed with her. She leaned her head on my shoulder and whispered, closing her eyes: "Thank you, Gerard." And then softer: "I'm sorry." I didn't know what she meant, but it scared me a little. I put it out of my mind, and fell asleep.
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*Jack's POV*
I appreciate Gerard staying with me last night. My anxiety had been acting up. I had actually ran out of my prescription for it. I was supposed to get some yesterday, but they didn't have it in. Hopefully it won't cause problems this week. Oliver came in at about four thirty in the morning and had yelled at us to get up. When I woke up, I squeezed Gerard's hand. He shifted slightly, but didn't wake up. I sighed and sat on him, leaning close to his face. I started poking his cheek. "Gerard. Gerard. Gee. Gerard. Gerard, wake up." He scrunched up his nose and then opened his eyes, blinking against the light of the lamp Oliver had turned on when she came in. I smiled down at him. "It's time to get up. I want to know where we're going this week!" He smiled slightly, his voice raspy and his hair messed up. "Okay, okay, I'm up." I got off of him and left him to get dressed in my room. I used the bathroom, dressing in a very Billie Joe Armstrong type outfit, a black, short sleeve button up shirt, a solid red tie, and my black skinny jeans, and blue and black Converse. My Converse were the exact opposite colors of Gerard's, with zippers on the side of the high tops. Most everyone else was already up. Oliver and Elliot looked wide awake and very excited. Even Alex had a shy smile on his face. Mitch was trying to get his suitcase to close. He always packed so much useless shit. I rolled my eyes and walked over to him: "Need some help?" He grinned. "Sure." I climbed onto his suitcase and actually jumped on it. I heard the click of the suitcase and jumped down. Mitch gave me a grin: "Thanks Jack-O. We're only missing Frankie and Gerard." I rolled my eyes and walked back down to Frankie and I's room. I knocked softly, remembering that I had left Gerard and him to change earlier. Gerard opened the door, fully dressed. "Hey. Can you help me get Frank here up?" I nodded, walking over to my lazy brother. I clapped three times, right next to his ear and immediately, he sat up. He glared at me. "That was a low blow, Jack." I sighed. "We need to be up, Frankie." I murmured. He simply sent me a glare and got up, taking his clothes into the bathroom. Gerard gave me a quizzical look and I murmured softly: "Dad used to wake us up that way." Gerard took my hand and squeezed it. "I'm sorry, Jack." He said softly. I nodded, walking into the living room with him. Gerard said loudly: "Okay, Frank will be out momentarily." A voice behind us interrupted him: "Momentarily? How about right this second?" I laughed as Frankie skipped in, fully clothed now. I turned to Oliver. "Okay. Are you going to tell us where we're going now?" She shook her head. "You'll find out when we get there. We're flying." Gerard squeezed my hand tighter and I glanced at him. He had visibly paled. I squeezed his hand back in a form of reassurance. He was probably scared of flying.
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Okay, so there were two seats an aisle and a side. I sat down on the plane next to Gerard, who was looking around the plane nervously. I poked his shoulder. "What's got you so jittery?" He nervous ran his fingers through his hair. "I've only ever flown once before. And it wasn't exactly pretty or fun. Just ask Mikey." I leaned over the aisle where Mikey and Hayley were seated. "Hey Mikes, what's up with Gerard?" Mikey sighed. "I'll pray for your safety on this ride. The last time we flew, I was sitting next to him and had the pleasure of finding out he gets horribly air sick. Good luck." I sighed and sat back down. "You get air sick?" I said quietly. He nodded, still paler than usual. I took his hand and squeezed it. "It's alright. I personally get car sick, sometimes." He nodded. "It's still not very fun." He muttered and I laughed lightly. "I'm sure you'll be alright. We've got bags, at least. The last plane we flew on actually didn't, and my sister, Daisy, and Alex both get air sick." He nodded. "Yeah. Thank God." I looked up at the ceiling and pointed to something: "They'll have movies playing." He looked up as well. "Sure enough." I yawned, leaning my head on his shoulder. I hadn't gotten much sleep last night. I looked up at him: "Do you mind if I...?" I trailed off as he nodded. "Go ahead." I breathed a breath of relief and closed my eyes.
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*Gerard's POV*
Dear Lord, I hope I didn't get sick. It wasn't even that I didn't like flying. Besides getting horribly sick and throwing up everything in my system, the flight was actually kind of enjoyable. I hadn't even since last night. I'm not sure if that's good or bad in these situations. At least my body kind of has a system of telling me when. I always get the hiccups right before I'm about to get sick. I was breathing normally, so I guess I was fine at the moment. Jack was soon breathing softly and slowly on my shoulder. Frankie had been telling me for years to ask her out, see what she says. I had always insisted that I didn't like her and that I barely knew her. I decided to focus on the movie that was playing, but quickly decided against it. They were playing Twilight. Like, honestly. Vampires don't sparkle. Vampires are too cool to sparkle. I sighed and relaxed in my seat.
And then nearly had a panic attack when I got the hiccups.
*Jack's POV*
I woke up to the sound of vomiting, like right next to my head. Remembering Gerard, I patted his back in the most soothing way possible, trying my best not to seem awkward. I have no idea how to deal with something like this. When he finished, he wiped his mouth with his sleeve and leaned back in his seat, groaning. I gave him a sympathetic look. He gave me a weak smile: "At least it's out of the way at the beginning, and not near the middle. I guess." I nodded. "I guess so, too. Do you know where we could be going in Florida?" He thought a moment and his eyes lit up. He whispered to me excitedly: "Disney World?!" I gasped and clapped my hands together quickly in an excited motion. "You think so?!" He nodded. I leaned over the back of my seat and said to Oliver: "Gerard and I found out where we're going." Oliver raised an eyebrow. "Is that so?" I nodded proudly. "Are we going to Disney World?" Elliot cursed. "Dammit! Ruin our surprise why don't you, Jack!" But he was laughing. So was Oliver. My eyes widened. "So, wait, we got it right?!" Oliver nodded. I immediately sat back down and said happily to Gerard: "We got it right! We're going to Disney World!" He grinned and I threw my arms around him, kissing his cheek. I was just so excited! His previously pale cheeks turned a light shade of pink as I quickly apologized: "I'm sorry!" He shook his head, smiling. "No, it's alright, Jack. You're excited, I understand." I smiled back at him. I definitely knew what I was going to tell him now.
