rooftops

chapter 45 ~ arguing

• description of puking
• mature language

Georges pov=

Im sat with Tommy. Wilbur and Tubbo are just a row behind us.

Tommy falls back asleep, his head returning to using my shoulder as a pillow.

I know he'd never willingly lay on me, so I guess it feels odd. I feel smug about the fact that I know hes done it and he doesnt. Maybe ill tease him about it later just to piss him off.

I wish I could fall asleep too, but I cant.

We're nearly 6 hours into the flight, with only 3ish hours left. That means 3 hours until I get to see him again.

I know when we get there itll be evening, due to the timezones being diferrent. Im unsure if ill go straight there or back to Wilburs.

A vicious typing from the seat behind me interrupts my thinking and catches my attention, so I end up turning my head around to stare.

Tommy moves slightly at my gesture, but doesnt wake up.

Wilburs scratching the back of his neck, looking worriedly at his phone. I watch as he continues to type, pausing every now and again.

"Who're you texting?" I whisper, trying to keep my voice low as to not wake up Tommy.

Tubbo and Wilbur both look up to me, Wilbur trying to look normal, Tubbo trying to do the same but failing.

"Nobody" Wilbur whispers back, sounding innocent.

Tubbo stops leaning to look at Wilburs phone, going back to whatever hes been doing. Its a weird movement for him, and now I know somethings up.

"Whos nobody" I ask sarcastically, my voice raising slightly. I can hear Tommys even breathing, so I know im safe for now.

"Its nothing you need to be worried about"

"Well, ill worry anyways, you know what im like"

"You dont need to worry, ive got it under control"

"Youve got what under control?" I grin, catching his mistake.

He pauses, taking a second to realize his slip up. Tubbos not able to divert his eyes anymore as he watches our mini argument.

"You should tell him" Tubbo inputs quietly.

Wilbur turns to glare at him, as if that was a big no no.

"Tell me" I agree.

"No"

"Tell m-"

"You should tell him" Tubbo repeats.

"Tubbo, shut it" Wilbur hisses.

Tommys starting to stir as I try to twist myself around in my seat properly.

"No, Tubbos right, tell me"

Wilburs now glaring at Tubbo angrily. Tubbo shrugs.

"He'll find out when we get there" Tubbo says calmly. "So you either deal with it now or later"

"So you think him having a breakdown on the plane fits better?" Wilbur asks, "yknow, let it have the dramatic effect?" he adds, throwing up jazz hands sarcastically.

"A breakdown?" I question, but now theyre having an arguement of their own.

"No, im just saying its gonna come out sooner or later" he says matter of factly, "this is unavoidable"