Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

Face the music

a/n: things are gonna be moving fast yall....so I can finally give you some good ass dnf content

Dreams pov

"dum da dum da dum" Someone hums the melody of a familiar song and strums down on their guitar.
"What song is that...?" I ask
The person looks up, their face blurred to the point of where it's unrecognizable.
But their voice was as clear as crystals.

"oh it's hello my old heart!" Their voice rolled off their tongue like honey, sweet and smooth.
"It sounds nice...don't mind me keep playing" I lay my head down next to them and listen to the soft strumming and their voice.
Feeling the soft light from behind the curtains casting warmth onto my face.

This feels so....

The voice cuts through "familiar?"

And then, i'm thrown back into reality.
I look around at my surroundings and see i'm still in my chair and the clock reads 9am...must have fallen asleep here.
Shit what even happened?

earlier

"Sorry I have to go-" George leaves.
The rest of the call goes still and quiet "well.." I start "Did I say something wrong....?"
"No, no I don't think you did..George has been a little off lately" Wilbur says "Since we've lost a person why don't we just end for tonight? I'll text him and make sure he's okay"

I hum back in agreement and leave the call.
"There was something so..familiar about him..?"
I throw myself back into my chair and bring my knee up to my chin.

It was his voice I swear...
My clock next to me strikes midnight and I convince myself to sleep, not even bothering to get out of my chair.

present time

"oh yeah..." I stand up from my chair and make my way into the kitchen.
After whipping together some cereal I grab my phone and open Wilburs contact.

Why did he suddenly leave the call after I mentioned the treehouse thing....
My fingers start typing before I could even think.

Hey Wilbur do you think you can give me George's number, I want to ask him something.

George's pov

"CRAPPP!!!!" I didn't notice inside the cafe that it suddenly decided to start pouring rain outside. "GOD DAMNIT I HATE THE WEATHER HERE" I have my coat up over my head, my guitar over my shoulder, and spring toward my apartment trying to avoid puddles of water in the process.

I got offered small gig over at a cafe and they said they'd pay me so I couldn't refuse.
But now i'm caught in a giant rainstorm sopping wet and at least 3 blocks away from my apartment.

I hear my phone buzz in my pocket but ignore it, it can wait till I get inside my house.

Finally my door comes into view and I sprint inside taking off my wet coat and go upstairs to change.
"damn it's cold" I grab some sweatpants and a new shirt and make my way downstairs to answer the messages on my phone.

Unknown
Hey it's Clay! (dream from the podcast thing?)
I asked Wilbur to give me your number sooo-

"what the hell."

I start typing away

me
Oh yeah that's okay
Why'd you ask for my number though???

Clay
Just wanted to make sure you were alright..after you stormed off from the call...

The Embarrassment hits me like a truck

me
oh god..i'm so sorry about that
I'm fine now though!

Clay
Uhmm before you go, do you think you could call?

me
Sure but;
What for?

The typing bubbles pop up and disappear multiple times for a few minutes, as if he was thinking very carefully.

Clay
I want to hear your voice

The red grew up my face like ivory on a brick wall; slowly, but surely.

me
oh...
i'll call.

I click the call button at the top of his profile and before the whole ring could sound through, he picks up.

"oh- jesus you pick up the phone fast" I say
"yeah? sorry about that, force of habit I guess" He responds
"Force of habit?" I questioned
"mhm," he pauses, "I think it's because i've been waiting for someone to call to a long time now"

"Someone huh? who might this someone be?"
A small laugh comes through the phone "Just an old friend of mine"

I know who he means but, I keep pushing

"And who's this old friend?"
"You're quite nosy ya know...." He replies
"haha I get that a lot...I just want to know more about you! So..tell be about them?"

I can hear him taking a deep breath in "well I think I was around the age of 12? maybe 13 and I met this kid. Really shy, I could tell, his posture was terrible from hunching over while reading. But the funny thing is, the way I met him was climbing into a treehouse that didn't belong to me and him acting some scene in a book...."

My stomach dropped and butterflies filled it, the same butterflies that fluttered in my stomach years before.

"He had this quite demeanor to him but god was he competitive once I got to know him. This one time he climbed a tree despite his fear of he-"
"Hey....clay"
He stops mid-sentence, "yes?"

I take a deep breath

"What if i..told you I was that friend?"

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uhmm hey guys!

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