Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

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Clay pov

It was weird,  you would think leaving one of your only friends behind would make you feel uncontrollably sad but...i wasn't.
Well I don't think I was sad, I was just in a daze.

This feeling of guilt was the only thing that hung  over me as we were heading to the airport. The luggage taking over the car leaving hardly any room and a stuffy feeling.

"Hey mom..?" I ask quietly
"Yes?"
"Do you really think i'll do better in America? I thought I was doing fine here..."
"Don't try to guilt trip me Clay, you know I finally got a good job there. I understand you had to leave your friend but this is for the better."

"but that's everything that's good for you..not for me.." I say under my breath
"What was that?"
"oh nothing"
I lean my arm against the window and gaze out looking at the lines of trees that pass by.

Soon we arrive at the airport it was cold and empty inside and we had to run towards the plane to board it.

I take the window seat and look out over the plains of land which eventually gets smaller and smaller until it looks as if small squares are stitched together to create a quilt.

Something about the whole "not having anything to do besides sit and look out a window" gave me much time to think and I came up with two conclusions.

1. that i'm really going to miss George and I kind of already was

2. Hopefully after all of this he won't hate me

I lay back in the seat and fall asleep hoping to pass time

I'm standing in a green field surrounded by trees and white flowers.
Small red butterflies fly around and George's treehouse stands a few feet in front of me.
The only thing that differentiates from the rest is a boy a few miles in front of me wearing a light blue shirt

George...?

Once I finally decide that it really is him I scream his name

"GEORGE...?"

He turns his head towards me

"Clay....?"

and he runs
and I run
and we're both running towards each other

We finally meet in the middle and I pick him up in a hug
He starts to say something
"I really d-"

"Clay get up!" I'm shaken awake by my mom
"The plane landed its time to get off"

As i'm being dragged through the airport and out to our rental car the one thing that fogged through my mind was what that dream was trying to tell me, and what George was trying to say.

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Hello everyone!! Hope you're all doing well🏃‍♀️
Also the new years in 4 days??? Wtf??? Since when???

Hopefully y'all could see the parallels between George's and Dreams dream and maybe some differences😏
I can say those differences do mean something to the next few chapters after this😏😏

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