Far From Home.

chapter 23

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*time skip a day*

dream and george were waiting outside the hotel as the yellow cab pulled up.

"you can have shotgun." george said as he climbed into the back seat, but dream followed him.

"id rather be back here with you."

dream turned and glared at the driver as he silently rolled his eyes.

george saw him glaring and looked at the driver. he whispered to dream "what is it?"

dream lightened his eyes and grabbed georges hand. "nothing."

"tell me."

"its just that-"

"keep your voice down." george motioned at the driver, who was constantly peeking at them through the rear view mirror.

"there are so many homophobic assholes and for what?"

george wasnt expecting him to say that. "dream!"

"you asked."

george rolled his eyes and drew his attention to the driver. "how far away is the airport?"

"not far." the drivers hair was sort of balding, but it was black with streaks of grey. his skin was brownish with moles up and down his arms.

"okay." george leaned back, and rubbed his thumb on dreams.

-

after about 30 minutes, they arrived at the airport. they piled out of the car, and george let go of dreams hand as they ran inside.

"dream were going home." george smiled up at him, and dream laughed in disbelief.

"i dont believe it."

they walked down to ticket pickup.

the man at the front desk had red hair, brown eyes and light freckles on his pale skin. dream told him his moms name, and the man handed him the tickets. dream turned around to walk back to george.

"george were actually going home." dream walked with george down to the waiting area.

"what time is the flight for?"

dream looked at the ticket. "three, which is in like 45 minutes i think."

"how do you know what time it is?" george also studied the ticket, flicking his eyes to dreams hands to admire them.

"i was watching the clock in the cab." dream looked around the airport, and found the bold, orange letters: BRIGHTON

dream excitedly tapped georges shoulder and distracted him from his hands.

"what?"

dream pointed to the word, and then it slid away and said: LEAVING IN 38 MINUTES

"oh my god." george covered his mouth with his hand, and tears started forming in his eyes. "i cant believe it."

dream watched george turn red, and then hugged him, and george practically fell into his arms.

"dream were actually going home."

-

george and dream impatiently watched the gleaming orange lights, until finally it said: BEGIN BOARDING

since they had no luggage, they got onto the plane pretty quickly and took their spot in the very back.

"dibs on window seat!" dream shoved past george to sit by the window.