Seeing you in Color // DNF

• Chapter 3 •

   Nine hours later, heavily sleep deprived and in need of a full meal of food, George gripped the arm rest by the window as the plane was making its descent. The ground came up to meet the plane as they landed, the brunet getting jostled in the process.

   The world outside of the metal vessel was bright and sunny, the plants and greenery all vibrant and lush. The plane turned in towards the Florida airport, the sun shining directly at George through the window. He scrambled a hand up to shut the blinds in annoyance.

   The air in the plane was already scorching, sweat starting to break out across his forehead, neck, and hairline. George felt horrible, his first impression of Florida already being that he hated it here.

   The flight attendant rang through the muffled talking and hum of the engine.

   "-flying with us today. The time... Orlando Florida is currently 10:48am. The weather-... 34 degrees celsius, 94 degrees fahrenheit... -rough a connecting flight, your baggage claim will be B2. If you need to see-..."

   George had to strain to hear the baggage claim number, annoyed at anyone and everyone around him. He just wanted to get out of this stuffy, overheated, metal box and fill his stomach with food.

   Everyone started to slowly stand and shuffle out into the walkway, grabbing carry on bags and tired children. Once the rows in front of George had finally left the aircraft, he scrambled out of his seat, almost falling flat on his face when he realized his right leg had fallen asleep.

   Hobbling slightly down the hallway after leaving the airplane, he was met with a doorway leading out into a wide, foreign building. Windows framed every wall, food and drink bars were in the middle of whichever gate they arrived in, seats filling any and every empty space. Strangers, older and younger people alike filled almost every seat, chatter and the smell of fresh food filling the air.

   There were five things George realized when he first stepped foot past the doorway, taking everything in.

   Number 1: Don't stop in front of a doorway in the middle of an airport.

   The people that had walked off the plane after him were shoving past him, giving dirty looks, a few of them filled with sympathy and being polite. Feeling embarrassed George shuffled to the side, waiting for the mass of people to make their way past him before braving his way down after the flock of people.

   Number 2: Don't start walking if you aren't sure where you're supposed to be going.

   He walked away from the doorway clutching his hoodie, the one he was panicking about trying to find not even 12 hours ago, which as it turned out to be sitting in the bottom of his carry on bag the whole time. George's eyes flit across all the signs, looking for any that would help him find baggage claim B2.

   He didn't want to pull his phone out and call Dream just yet. Past George had feigned confidence about being able to traverse the airport by himself, Sapnap betting money that he would need their help.

   Taking a deep breath he kept following the people from his flight hoping they could get him to the right place. As they went farther into the airport more stalls and gift shops started appearing, reminding George of Number 3, which was currently begging for his attention.

   Number 3: Have Dream and Sapnap order food on the way back to their place.

   His eyes caught on one of the upcoming signs, realizing that he would have to break away from the flock to head in that direction.

   Number 4: Go to the toilet.

   A moment of hesitation made him stop for a second, before ultimately knowing he can't hold it in and headed towards the sign.

   After rinsing his hands and drying them off with the cheap, brown paper towels, George made his way back out into the chaos that was the Florida airport.

   The first thing he noticed was that the group he was following from his flight was completely gone. People maneuvering through the airport with ease and urgency. That's when he knew he would be owing Sapnap money.

   Number 5: Call Dream.

   Glaring at his phone screen that held Dream's contact information and call button, George sucked in his pride and clicked the taunting green call icon.

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"if she doesn't play the craft, she doesn't get the shaft" - dadza, creator of minecraft himself

i forgot what the Florida airport looks like so I'm replacing it with a cross between the Texas one and an Arizona one because I can😼 [ i don't even live in either of those states :/ ]

a bit of a filler chapter, a lot of these are... but I hope you enjoyed!

Recommendations, opinions, and any candy you have is always welcome :]

-Viri 🥳