ᴜɴʀᴇꜱᴘᴏɴꜱɪᴠᴇ (ON HOLD)

3 - [ꜱᴘᴏᴏᴋᴇᴅ] - 3

-Clay's POV-

I walked back to my seat, as I had just gone to the bathroom. Nick was on his phone, on Twitter. I scooted past him and sat back down. The person on the speakers said we'd be descending in about five minutes. I put my seatbelt on, looking back out the window. I saw the thousands of stars in the sky, along with the moon which shone brightly on this starry night. 

Feeling somebody tap my shoulder, I turned around facing Nick. "Hey Clay, are we going to call a Taxi to get to Georges house, or...?" Georges house was in walking distance, it was about a twenty minute walk, so I better not tell Nick how long the walk will be or else he'd probably get a taxi and make me walk. "Georges house isn't far away, we could just walk there."

"How far Clay?" I chuckled, "Trust me, it isn't very far." He looked at me with a glint of suspicion in his eyes. "It better be a two minute walk or less." I mentally laughed from his laziness. 

"Attention passengers, we will be descending shortly, please fasten your seatbelts." I had already put my seatbelt on. I heard a click as Nick put his in place as we slowly began descending.

"Hey Nick, I should tell you that I don't think George expects us to get there so late. I mean, he told me to get us there as soon as possible, but I bet he didn't think we'd be speedrunning there." He chuckled, "Yeah, he probably won't expect it when I climb into his bedroom window."

"You do know his bedroom window is on the second floor, right?" He took a moment, and it looked like he was thinking. "So what? I could probably do some parkour to get up there." I laughed, letting out a small wheeze as well. I just imagine him trying to get up, then failing miserably. "What? Stop making fun of my epic skills cLaY~" 

We continued to laugh and talk until the plane landed. We double checked to make sure we had everything before getting off of the plane. Once in the new terminal, we began heading towards where we grab our luggage.

As we walked, Nick grabbed my wrist and pulled me away. "W-what Nick?" He continued to drag me until we were around a corner. We were both panting as we had to run. He looked me in the eyes before, speaking. "Wilber and Tubbo are here."

"What?!" I peeked around the corner, and there they were talking peacefully not too far away. "Well, Wilber already knows what I look like, so there's no point in using my "Invisibility" as a disguise." They already knew what Nick looked like, I just didn't want Tubbo to see my face yet. "Nick, let's just not look at them and walk by" 

"I mean, Clay, we could still walk around them-" I pulled my hood over my head and began walking past. Thank god I decided not to wear my merch. Then, I saw Wilber look me in the eye. I could tell he recognized me. I put my finger up to my lips, indicating he can't say anything. He just nodded, and continued having a conversation with Tubbo. Once I was far enough away, I sighed in relief. I turned around seeing Nick trying the same thing as I did, with his hood over his head.

Of course, Tubbo saw him, but just as he was about to walk over, Wilber stopped him and whispered something in his ear. I watched as Tubbo nodded and they continued their conversation. I pulled out my phone and texted Wilber, asking him what he was doing here.

"Phew, that was a close one." Nick said, sounding very relieved. "Come on, let's go grab our luggage." We continued to walk towards where the conveyor belt was. I heard my phone buzz, seeing Wilber had replied. His message read;

"Techno is actually coming here. We slightly forced him to come visit us, since we've never met in person before, also, I'd check Twitter if I was you."

As I continued to walk, I did as he said and checked Twitter. Techno had tweeted an image, which I wasn't very fond of. The caption read;

"Found this couple sleeping on the same flight as me"