3 am; joji miller

1.1

     I jerked awake. I was breathing heavily and realized that I was still on the plane. The woman next to me was asleep. George wasn't. "Hey, you okay?" he asked and looked down at me.
  
     I put my hand to my head. I had a splitting headache. I could t really remember any of my dream. All I knew, was that I lost something super important. But I can't remember what.
  
     "Rose?" George asked again, looking a little more concerned.
  
     He finally caught my attention. "Oh uhh...yeah. I think I'm alright. Just a bad dream. And a headache," I said putting my head down in my hands. My head hurt so bad.
  
     "Well, we should be there in a few hours," George said.
  
     "How long have I been asleep?" I asked, sitting up straight in my seat.
  
     "Oh I don't know, umm...maybe four, five hours."
  
     "I didn't realize it was that long. Why didn't you wake me up?"
  
     "Because, I knew you needed the sleep," he said matter of factly. I sighed and looked up at him. I smiled slightly and he smiled back.
 
     "Excuse me?" The flight attendant came to our seat and put her hand on George's shoulder. He turned and looked at her. The woman looked to be quite young, maybe about our age.
  
     "Hi, I noticed you come on the plane. I was wondering if I could get a picture. I'm such a huge fan, and it would mean the world to my little brother," she said with a smile.
  
     "How old is your little brother?" George asked with a small huff. I chuckled a little in my seat at the same thought.
  
     "Oh he's seventeen, but he's always been my little brother," she said.
  
     "Yeah of course," he said and unbuckled his seatbelt.
  
     The lady smiled and took her phone out of her pocket. She handed it to me. "Can you take our picture?" she asked.
  
     "Yeah," I said and smiled. I took her phone and swiped over to the camera. George stood up next to her and put his arm around her shoulder, while her arm was around his waist. They smiled and I snapped a couple of pictures.
  
     "Here you go," I said and handed her phone back with a smile. She smiled back and took her phone.
  
     "Thanks so much. Is there anything I can do for you guys?" She asked as George sat back down.
  
     "I think we're okay, but we'll let you know if anything changes," George said. She nodded, thanked him again, and walked away.
  
     I chuckled a little bit which resulted in George giving me a puzzling look. "You just can't get away from it, can you?" I said.
   
     "Nope, I guess not. But it's fine, just as long as I don't get recognized for the wrong reason," he said, sighing.
  
     "I guess you're right," I said. I sat back in my seat. I thought about what had all happened. Everything that we went through, yet George was still taking pictures with fans. Maybe that ought to give me a sign of hope, or a sign of something. It really wasn't, but I was going to pretend I did.
  
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     We landed. I was in Japan. Holy shit, I was in Japan. I was thinking, maybe this was all a dream, and I would wake up on my couch, still cuddling with George. We'd get up, and I'd make some breakfast to help cure his hangover, and then we'd go out and look for a job for me.
  
     But nope, I'm in Japan. I'm in fucking Japan.
  
     As if he was reading my mind, George cut into my thoughts. "Don't worry, we'll figure everything out. Right now, we need to get out of here and find a hotel," he said to me. I nodded.
  
     This plane was a lot more crowded then the other one. It took a lot longer for us to stand up. Again, George let me in front of him, but he also let the other woman in front of him as well. Then he got in line behind her.
  
     As soon as we got off the plane, George took my hand. "Stay close to me. It's really easy to get lost in here," he said. I nodded, still kind of dazed by the fact that I was in fucking Japan.
  
     We walked towards the entrance of the airport. "Are we gonna walk and try and find something or are we gonna try to get an uber or some shit?" I asked.
  
     "I don't know how we can get an uber. Maybe we could walk somewhere. It'd be nice to look around at everything," he said and shrugged slightly.
  
     "Alright, but if I get strange looks because I'm wearing a 'fuck off' t-shirt and plaid joggers I'll kill you," I said jokingly.
  
     "Please, you'll see weirder. I promise," he said and huffed a small laugh. I held onto his hand as we stepped out of the airport. Because of the time change, it was about 10pm now. I looked up at the dark, clear night sky.
  
     "They've got to have some sort of hotel near the airport. It would make sense, wouldn't it?" George said, pulling my thoughts out of the sky and back to the problem that we had.
  
     "Yeah, I'm sure there are," I said. We were still standing around the airport. I saw some taxi's a little ways to the left. I guess George caught my glance.
  
    "Do you think we should take one instead?" He asked and looked down at me.
  
     "It'd be a lot quicker. And easier," I suggested, looking back up at him.
  
     "Yeah. Alright, come on," he said. We walked over to the taxi's, and one of them told us that they could take us. We both got in the back seat and told him where we wanted to go. He listened and then began driving out of the airport.
  
     "I just want to get a room and be alone. Everything has been to much," George said to me quietly. I nodded in agreement.
  
     "Yeah, me too. I'm sure you're tired too. Did you sleep at all on the flight?" I asked him.
  
     "No, not at all."
  
     "Then you've got to be tired. There's no way you aren't."
  
     "I'm really not that tired. I'm used to nights without sleep. I might as well be an insomniac," he said. His voice was low and groggy.
  
     I sighed slightly frustrated at his stubbornness. But I guess I can't really tell him how he feels. I looked out the window and sighed. The driver said something in Japanese. I gave George a questioning look.
  
     George replied to him and then turned back to me. "He was asking how long we'd be visiting. I told him that we really aren't sure," he translated. I nodded.
  
     About twenty minutes passed, and we were parked under the awning. George thanked the driver in Japanese and I smiled and nodded. We stepped into the lobby of the hotel and George got us a room. It was a small, dimly lit lobby. I looked around and admired some of the paintings that were on the walls.
  
     I felt George's hand on my shoulder, letting me know that we could got to our room. We were on the third floor. We took the stairs up and unlocked the door with the card key. He pushed the door open to a nice, small hotel room. It reminded me a little bit of my apartment. It had blue walls, one queen sized bed, a bathroom with a stand up shower, and a mini kitchen. It had a stove, microwave, mini-fridge, and a few cabinets.
  
     "Well this will be home for the next couple of nights," George said and collapsed onto the bed. He laid down as I sat on the end of the bed. I slipped off my shoes and laid down next to him.
   
     "We can call Ian tomorrow," I said softly. George nodded. His arm wrapped around me and pulled me close to him.
   
     "You were right, I am exhausted," George said while sitting up, taking his shirt off. I nodded in agreement. Since I was still in my pajama's, I slid down the blanket of the bed and slipped underneath of it. George joined me and flipped the lamp off.
  
     Once again, he pulled me close and I cuddled up next to him. Now I'm in a hotel. A fucking hotel in fucking Japan. I closed my eyes and slipped off into sleep.