Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

Time skip...for the plot

HIII EVERYONE IM BACK!!!!

4 years later

[haha have fun with that one readers, here i'll do the math Dream is now 18, George 19]

"Yeah I don't know about that...." George stated.
The small downtown was crowded and him and his group of friends just added to it.

"Okay so here me out we stop at a cafe later just for the heck of it, then we can go downtown by the water. How does that sound?" A very tall boy asked
"We should probably stop by some stores too Wilbur, I'm tired of seeing you wear that yellow sweater."
"Hey!! What the hell Minx!"
"You guys calm down, people are staring"

The group of three continued to walk around the downtown until they finally came across a cafe that was too Wilburs liking.

"Yes this ones the one! Let's go inside!"

George stops in his tracks, he hasn't been here since Clay dragged him here for his birthday....

"Hey you coming?!" Minx yells

He lets out a sigh and walks forward,
"yeah i'm coming."

- - - George Pov - - -

Maybe it was because of the nostalgia of being here before, but the sickening feeling in my stomach didn't go away even when I started to eat my food.

To put it simply, I never got over Clay.

But it's my fault. I was the one who suddenly cut him off and stopped responding to him because he couldn't return my feelings.
A dick move on my half.
I did try to reply but I couldn't, I got that weird feeling of butterflies in my stomach and a sinking feeling..so, I just gave up...

"Geeeorrggeee??" I look up to see Wilbur waving his hand in front of my face "What are you offering?"
I could see the waiter tapping her fingers against the table obviously waiting for me.
"Oh uh sorry about that! I'll just get a sandwich please-" The waiter shuts their small notepad and walks off.

"dude what is up with you? Since we came here you've just been out of it!" Minx says
"oh sorry guys..." I reply
"Can I ask why though?" Wilbur questions
I look up at him and take a deep breath
"I haven't been here since I came with an old friend..and let's just say he was pretty important to me."

"well...where is he now?" Minx turns towards me
"America."
"...oh wow..."
"yeah...."

"Why haven't you stayed in contact??" Wilbur asks
"uhm...I kind of shut him out a while back."
"a while back?"
"four years ago..."

Wilbur chokes on his water. "YOU- you're kidding??!! Why???"
I rub the back of my neck with my hands
"I was a stupid kid...and let my emotions get in the way of thinking reasonably"
Minx starts drumming her fingers against the table.

"emotions huh?.....holy crap you liked him didn't you???"
I spit out the pop I was drinking and quickly grab a napkin to wipe it up.
"OH MY GOD YOU DID!! WHY DID YOU STOP TALKING THEN-"
"minx....Please stop talking..." The red from embarrassment took over my face.

"George..?" Wilbur looks straight at me "Can I ask what his name was? At least tell us that!" Then goes back to eating his salad waiting for a response
I pause thinking if I should tell them or not
"His name was....uhm Clay..."

Wilbur's fork drops in the table creating the noise of metal to echo through the small cafe
"what was his last name...?" He asks
"It was Anderson (I made up one yall) I believe..."

Wilbur looks me dead in the eyes

"holy shit...."

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HIIII EVERYONE!! I MISSED YOU SMMM
IM BACK WOOOOOOO

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