#new planes

“Wake up, Twist.”

Dredging himself up from the firm tendrils of sleep that tried to hold him down, Twist turned his skull, looking up with a hazy eyelight to find Edge string down at him, already fully dressed and seemingly rearing to go. A quick look to the clock and Twist all but growled, turning back into his pillow and covering his skull. Four in the fuckin’ morning was way too early, even for him. There was a sigh, full of wearied patience, before a presence sat on the edge of the bed next to him, a hand resting on his spine.

“There is a surprise. I promise it will be worth your while.” Edge’s voice was pitched quiet, though Twist could hear the subtle hope. This meant something to him then. Sighing, Twist went limp, nodding his head. Edge stood from the bed, the bedroom door closing behind him as Twist shoved himself into a sitting position. He yawned, scratching at his spine for a moment before he started getting ready.

Once dressed (he was sure Edge wouldn’t appreciate it if he tried to leave the house in just his boxers again), Twist headed for the front room, finding that the house was empty. A moment of silence and he heard the car outside running, Edge likely waiting for him while it warmed up. Shaking his head, Twist yawned once more as he pulled on his hoody, slipping on his shoes before stepping out onto the porch and locking the door behind him. He could tell just by the look on Edge’s face that the bastard wanted to honk randomly just to startle him. He was grateful he decided to not.

They’d been driving for nearly an hour when Twist finally drudged up the energy to ask where the hell they were going. Edge just smiled. Another hour passed and, not sure now where the hell they were, Twist asked again where they were headed. Instead of answering, Edge turned on the radio. Twist has half a mind to turn it back off and ask again, but the song playing just happened to be one of his favorites.

Yet another hour passed, but just before Twist was about to ask where the hell they were (the fields had become barren and stretched out as far as the eye could see), they turned off the highway onto an exit that lead to…

Twist’s head snapped to the side, his eyelight blown out and socket wide as he looked at Edge, who was smiling victoriously. “They’re havin’ a thing? Today?”

Edge, still grinning, just nodded. “I put your jacket in the trunk.”

Twist danced in his seat, a wide grin on his own face as they pulled up to the hangars, a few of the planes already out on the runways.