Sunny Side Up || dnf (+ karlnap)

London to Orlando

filler chapter :(((

But hey after this the story can finally pick up! So be prepared

TW: mentions of vomit, mentions of pills, mentions of dizziness/nausea

Previously...

And when I went to Florida in a few days, I would look so pretty for Dream... and Sapnap and Karl, too.

But mostly for Dream.

George's P.O.V.

It was the 22nd, two days before my flight to Florida. Two days before I would finally meet Dream.

Sapnap and Karl were set to arrive the day after, since they were driving. Karl was in Louisiana for a video, and Sap was planning on picking him up and driving them both to Florida. It was clearly an excuse to get some alone time with Karl, which is all well and good, except for one thing...

It meant I was going to be alone with Dream. For an entire day.

The very thought made my stomach churn. I had no idea how it would go. Dream is my best friend, sure, but I don't even know what he looks like! What if there's this whole other side to him I don't know about? I don't want to be taken by surprise like that...

Ha, I thought to myself, shaking my head. Almost like how Dream doesn't know about this side of me. I guess that makes me a hypocrite. I sighed. Not like it matters anyway. Once Dream finds out... he'll never want to talk to me again. He won't even want to look at me, I'm too pathetic-

"Shut up," I mumbled, to no one in particular. I turned on my side, curling into a ball. My stomach growled, cramping painfully in protest. I bit back a sick grin, it had been two days since I last ate. I hadn't made myself throw up since that last time, which I was proud of. Then again, there wasn't really anything for me to purge.

I yawned, closing my eyes. I hadn't really left my bed, either. I smelled like sweat and death, but I didn't really care. I would shower eventually, probably tomorrow night. I also had to pack a suitcase, since my flight was super early the morning after. With a tired sigh, I drifted into an uneasy sleep.

~

I woke up late afternoon on the 23rd, the day before my flight to Florida. I needed to pack and get myself cleaned up, but I felt like I was chained to the bed. I could barely muster the energy to sit up, let alone get things done. I wanted nothing more than to fall back asleep, but I didn't have much of a choice, and eventually forced myself out of bed.

I headed to the bathroom first, maybe a shower would help me feel better. I caught a glimpse of my pitiful reflection, skin paler than usual and slightly sunken in around my dark circles. It was weird, considering how much sleep I had been getting the past few days. I practically lived in my bed, only really getting up to use the bathroom or get a glass of water every once in a while.

I shook my head, immediately regretting it because of the wave of dizziness and nausea that washed over me. I screwed my eyes shut, gripping onto the bathroom countertop. My breaths came in quick pants, finally evening out after much too long a time.

I showered pretty quickly, only zoning out a few short times. Afterward, I tossed on an oversized hoodie, just plain gray, with a pair of black sweatpants. The whole ordeal was much more exhausting than I had anticipated, and I still hadn't packed a bag.

I dragged my suitcase from the hall closet, half-heartedly tossing random clothes in. I made sure to bring my toothbrush and a few other necessities, pausing for a moment before running out to the kitchen. I snatched the bottle of pills my mum had sent, hands shaking slightly. Just in case. I hesitantly stuffed the bottle in my luggage, hiding it underneath the unfolded pile of clothes I had packed.

Good enough, I thought, falling back into bed. I set an alarm before falling asleep, bag packed and ready to go.

When the alarm went off, I groaned, throwing an arm over my eyes. This was awful, it was way too early and I was supposed to be at the airport soon. My flight was at 6 am, which sucked. Even worse, after I boarded the plane, I still had 13 hours before arriving in Florida. I sighed, grabbing my bag, passport, and phone before heading to my front step to wait for a cab.

I arrived at the airport not too much later, dragging my bag inside and passing it over to security. I went through all the airport security with ease, boarding the plane and finding a window seat. Not that it mattered, since I was planning on sleeping through the flight.

We took off, and once we were comfortably cruising, I closed my eyes, taking a nap.

The flight went smoothly, and before I knew it, we had landed in New York. From there, I had to get on another flight, this time with less security since I had already gone through that process. Finally, I got on the plane to Florida, falling back asleep. I woke up to loud announcements saying we were about to land, so I took a moment to wake up. Once I was at the airport I would text Dream to let him know, and then... I would get to meet him, for real this time.

At the airport, I gathered my bags, looking around the large airport. Dream could be anywhere... and I didn't even know who I was looking for. What did he look like? I scanned the crowd, trying to figure out who matched the description Dream had given me. Suddenly, I felt hands grip my shoulders, turning me around to face a very tall blond man.

"GEORGE!"

alright... things gonna get interesting real soon...