Treehouse (dreamnotfound)

accepting

a/n: This chapter might be a bit confusing with the conversations but stick with me. The whole chapter is in George's pov

George's pov

"maybe I liked you all along" Clay's voice breaks through.
"Liked me all along??" I ask
"no listen, at that time I really didn't know I promise" he starts "I kept denying it, I felt this weird sense of...well I don't know what is was"

"butterflies in your stomach" I laugh a little expecting a no for an answer.
"Yes!! Exactly like that!"

"When we lived in the..same country, there was this sense of comfort between us and I really liked that. I just don't think I could tell the difference between platonic and romantic; unlike you" Clay pauses "but when I moved...there was something missing, all that comfort I had just left. Don't get me wrong I have wonderful friends here! There's this one guy named Nick who i'm sure you would get along- that's not the point. Ive been thinking a lot lately and.."

"and?" I ask impatiently

"and I think it's all starting to make sense"

"It all makes sense but you're not quite sure is that it?" I reply

"yes."

A silence consumes the call, not an uncomfortable silence, just us both lost in our thoughts.

"Hey George?"
"Yes?"
"Let's meet up and talk"

"WHAT?!'" I slap my hand over my mouth realizing I just shouted, but his laugh makes me lower it. "You want to meet up to talk?"
"Is that not what I just said?" He asks

"wait...i'm trying to process that sorry-" I inhale and start again "Who's coming where? Like you come back to the UK or I go over to the US?"
"Well the UK isn't new to any of us so..why don't you come here? I can show you around and you can see some new things? A new environment!" He replies

"That sounds...great.."

___- time skip-___

I lay down on my bed staring up at the dark ceilings and plants hanging.
What the hell have I gotten myself into?

It all happened so fast! I was just trying to understand that he was confused with his feelings for 4 years then he says he wants to MEET UP?! AND I AGREED!? JUST LIKE THAT?!

I throw my hands up on my face dragging them down.
I hate when I make compulsive decisions.

I roll over on my side and look out my balcony doors at the small lights of other houses and cars passing by. The breeze passing through my somehow cracked door.

Were finally going to see each other in person again...After years...

I close my eyes and start to drift off to sleep letting the sound of rumbling cars fill my ears.

The rumble turns into wind.

I shoot open my eyes and here I am again, a dream that's all to familiar, yet so different.

The yellow and green grass reach up to my knees, the small white flowers spread across miles of fields, trees creating a wall around me.

But now, the treehouse is right in front of me.

Not miles away, unable to be reached.
Right in front of me.

I inhale and reach out my hand to touch the wood, the grooves smooth from years of rain but still holding onto the past.

I back away and turn around to see the white butterflies yet again.
After all the years of them slowly starting to fade way, here they are, vibrant and more clear than ever.

I let one fly up to me and land on my hair but as soon as it started to fly away

I wake up.

I open my eyes to the bright sun shingling in from outside and cover my eyes.

I guess the butterflies are still here after all.

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hey shawty

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