Some TFIOS scenes through Gus' eyes

Airplane

* Authors note *
I just wanted to thank everyone so much for reading my story! I did not expect this to get so many reads you guys are amazing! Ya'll have inspired me to write more chapters and I've finally gotten to it! You guys have just inspired me to write more for this story and I will! This will definitely not be the last chapter I promise I will add more just maybe not immediately :/
Once again thank you all so much!!
Oh and I want to apologize in advanced for this incredibly long chapter. My writting style has changed a bit so it's longer and maybe differently written than the previous ones. It is definitely the longest chapter so far,I just love this scene so much! 

We just got into the plane, led by a sympathetic-looking stewardess.

Sympathetic because of Hazel. Those kind of people - most people - piss me off too much, feeling like people like Hazel are freaks just because they're sick.
And because they feel bad they think sick people are freaks they sympathize them and feel bad.

I try to ignore all that and focus on how awesome a plane looks on the inside.

I've never been in one and it all looks so fascinating! Everything from the view out the window to the seats just looks so different!

When we finally reach our row I scoot into the window seat and Hazel gets in next to me, her mom on the aisle. When we were all seated I opened up my bag and popped out my burger.

Continuing our conversation from earlier I told Hazel how eggs being a breakfast food is what makes it special and she countered me with another argument. We went back and forth with this until we ended up talking about beauty and fragility and rarity and she was saying how it's all a lie. She always knows the perfect way to get the last word and I love that about her.

After a short pause I admitted to her that I didn't take too long at McDonald's because of the line, I just couldn't stand getting all those sympathetic looks from the other people Hazel must be way to used to getting. With the thought back in my mind I took out a cigarette from my pocket and a popped one out.

Almost instantly a different stewardess came over and told me I can't smoke on a plane.
"I don't smoke" I told her then Hazel explained the whole metaphor and she told me that metaphor is prohibited in this flight so I just nodded and put the cigarette and the pack away.

We finally started moving and the pilot told us to buckle up.

The plane movements were really bumpy but in a good, different way.

That still doesn't mean I'm not nervous. It's my first plane ride ever!
Hazel turned to me and made a joke saying this is what it feels like to drive in a car with me and I just looked at her with my jaw clenched tight and told her "Okay?".

As we speed up I felt more and more tense and I squeezed the armrest tight. Hazel put her hand on top of mine and asked if I was afraid of flying and I answered "I'll tell you in a minute".

Then suddenly the plane lifted up and we were in the air. "We're flying!" I exclaimed and Hazel asked if I've never been on a plane before.

I shook my head and half shouted "look!" while pointing out the window. This feeling of being above the earth is just inexplicably incredible!

She kept looking at me amused and saying how it just looks like we're in an airplane but it feels so amazing!

I tell her all this and she smiles at me and kisses me on the cheek, it feels nice but I'm still just so blown away I forget to kiss her back.

Then her mother reminded us how she's still there, next us, Hazel's mom, but she answered that it was just friendly.

Then, remembering what I forgot, I kissed Hazel on the cheek and told her, just loud enough for only her to hear, that it didn't feel 'just friendly'.

The flight to our first stop, Detroit was pretty short.

When we landed a small electric car met us when we disembarked and drove us to our next flight to Amsterdam.

This plane was different, it had TVs in the back of each seat which meant we could watch a movie during the flight. Sweet!

Me and Hazel decided on a romantic comedy that was playing and timed our seat-TVs so they'd start at the same time.

Hazel's mom thought it would be a good idea to sleep during the last few hours of the flight so we could capture the essence of one of the most beautiful cities in the world so after the movie we took sleeping pills.

Me and Hazel are used to being filled up with pills so, unlike Mrs. Lancaster who fell asleep in just seconds, the pills didn't affect us much.

We looked out the window in awe of the beauty of the sky. I quoted An Imperial Affliction "The risen sun is too bright in her loosing eyes".

Hazel told me the sun isn't rising and I told her it is somewhere.

After a pause I told her it would be awesome to fly in a superfast plane chasing the sunrise.

And she added how, if so, we would age slower. She had to explain that to me a little and looked beautiful doing so.

I then joked about how smart college chicks are but she just rolled her eyes.

To somewhat avoid a rather awkward moment I asked if she wanted to watch another movie and she agreed.

We ended up watching 300, an awesome war movie. Halfway through the movie she put her head on my shoulder so we could watch the movie more together. I enjoyed feeling her against my body.

Towards the end of the movie she asked how many dead people I thought there were but I shushed her. The movie was getting awesome!

After the movie I apologized for ignoring her we began talking. We talked about the dead and how they so greatly outnumber the living.

After that we started reading. I was reading AIA and she was reading poetry.

I asked her to read it to me but she said she didn't think it was appropriate with her sleeping mother next to us so I asked her to recite something. I was in the mood for poetry.

She recited the beginning of some poem I have never heard of and looked so beautiful doing so. Just so beautiful.

When she finished I just had to tell her. "I am in love with you".

She cut me off and said my name but I had the words already in my mouth ready to flow out like a waterfall.

"I am. I am in love with you, and I'm not in the business of denying myself the simple pleasures of saying true things. I am in love with you, and I know that love is just a shout into the void, and that oblivion is inevitable, and that we're all doomed and that there will come a day when all our labor has been returned to dust, and I know the sun will swallow the only earth we'll ever have, and I am in love with you."

Again she said my name and I started to get nervous. What if she doesn't say it back? What if she doesn't feel the same way?

Suddenly I didn't care. As long as she knows I love her and that nothing can change that I'm okay.

But when eventually the silence became too much I decided she wasn't going to say it back so I just nodded a little awkwardly and turned my head towards the window and let sleep take over me until we arrive at Amsterdam.