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Treehouse (DreamNotFound)

          The sky was a mixture of black and blue, the moon singing brightly upon of the trees in the forest. Their leaves swayed slowly in the cold wind, the branches rustling as they did so.
          On one of the what seemed like millions of trees, there was a little treehouse. There seemed to be a light coming from inside, faint voices coming from it.

          "Oooh, George look!" Dream exclaimed as he dug around in an old chest. George, whom was holding up a lantern and looking at all of the old drawings pinned to the inside of the treehouse walls, turned his head and looked at his boyfriend. "What?" He asked, watching as he pulled out a big book. Dream blew the dust and dirt off of it, holding up what he had found. "Our old scrapbook!" He replied, smiling brightly. "Holy shit," George replied as he fully turned, walking over.
          Dream sat on a nearby bean bag, looking at the cover of the thick book. It was a faded, dirty dark blue cover with old writing on it. Dream remembered that George wrote it with a golden marker, but it had turned to a gross yellow color. It read "Dweam and Gogy's Memoriez: 2013". It was made eight years ago, Dream now being 18 and George being 17. "Come on, sit," Dream beckoned, motioning to the bean bag next to him. George giggled at the excited male, walking over and plopping down in the bean bag. He set the lantern where it would illuminate the book's content, resting his head on Dreams shoulder and he flipped open the book.
          Despite the cover having been completely worn down, the pages were rather clean along with the photos and stickers inside. Immediately they were met with old pictures of when Dream and George were young, around the ages of seven to eleven. Flipping through the pages, they laughed and smiled brightly as they recalled old memories, even seeing a few photos with other friends. Dream flipped the page, finding pictures of them in the fifth grade.
          "Ohhh, look at you!" George gasped, grabbing at the picture and pulling it out if the protective sheet it was it. Dream blushed slightly as his ocean blue eyes fell on the picture. It was of his fifth grade photo, his hair being much lighter and his freckles being more visible. He used to play in the sun a lot back then, so you were able to see all of his freckles clearly. George smiled softly as he examined the old photo. "You look so cute," he spoke, looking up at the taller male. Dream only blushed more, pouting cutely as he tried to grab the picture.
          "Ah ah ah," George said, pulling the picture back. "I'm keepin' this. Forever. You can't have it."
          "Geoooorge," Dream whined, embarrassed. George giggled, pressing his lips against Dream's cheek as he set the photo back. "C'mon, we can look in it at the house. I'm gettin' cold," George spoke, grabbing the lantern and he stood from the bean bag. Dream huffed slightly as he closed the book, standing up and hugging it to his chest. "If you get to keep my pic, I get to keep yours," he spoked, looking down at his small boyfriend. "Alright, deal," George replied. "But hurry up, it's freezing."