bee boy

chapter 36

We leave in a couple of weeks...

A million thoughts cloud your mind, most trailing back to the intial thought.

What will happen between me and Toby?

You didnt realise the salty liquid trickle down your cheek as you ponder on the thoughts of losing him.

Your hand reaches your cheek and wipes the tear drop gently before resting in your lap again.

A bright light coming from the park entrance snaps you out of your thoughts.

"Y/n?" You hear a faint voice ask.

"Y/n? Are you here?" It calls through the dark air.

The person gets closer and closer, walking up the hill and standing at the bottom of the tree, roughly ten feet underneath you.

"Y/n? Is that you up there?" It was George.

"Mhm," you hum as you look back out across the sky.

You take numerous breathes in before you feel his presence on the tree branch below but on the other side of the tree.

"Why are you out here?" He asks.

"Needed to think," you reply, still not shifting your attention from the bright stars which give you some sense of hope and direction.

"About?" He asks, not pushing but just out of soft curiousity.

"The trip," you reply, "its been a lot, and its ending so soon,"

"I know," his shaky breath leaves a weird chill down your spine. He seems upset but you've never seen him like this before.

"Its all going to be over," you sigh, "we'll only have the memories,"

"Two weeks is plenty," George says, trying to comfort you, "trust me, by the time that the trip is over, you'll be so sick of us that you'll be begging Fundy to take you home," he jokes.

A small chuckle escapes your lips as you ponder on that thought, the thought of being on your knees, with your hands in a praying position as you attempt to convince your brother to leave.

The short image leaves your head almost as soon as it arrived, however, it left a small smile planted on your lips.

"But what about Tubbo?" You ask George, "what happens when we leave?"

"You're better off talking to him about that," he replies softly, "I cant answer that,"

"Yeah, you're right," you say.

"However, you will probably see eachother in the future," He reassures you.

"Yeah, we'll need to do another meet-up or something," you reply.

"Yeah, but in the mean time, you can always call and text us, and we can fly over and meet you again, and you can fly over and meet us again," he says as he smiles up at you.

You return his gesture with a small nod in agreement.

"Yeah, its just not gonna be the same," you sigh.