Flowers from 2020

Where my Heart Belongs

George froze. That... that was Dream's voice. But he had dropped the phone on the ground in all the chaos. So how could he...?

And then he noticed that Dream's voice sounded different. Almost like-

He turned.

And there, peeking out from behind the doorway, was Dream.

"George?" He called again, "Is that you?"

"Dream," George breathed, "I-"

But he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence, Dream ran through the doorway and tackled George in a huge hug, knocking him backwards on the bed.

"George! I can't believe you're here. You're actually here! Is it really you?"

"Woah Dream!" George yelped as he was pushed backwards into the bed, getting trapped under Dream in the process. "Yes it's me! It's really me! But... why are you in my room?"

Dream giggled softly. "Look around George."

So George did, and he found that he truly was somewhere different. It was the same room, but it was decorated differently. There were shelves filled with collectables, and bins full of newly organized cassette tapes. George gasped as he realized what had happened.

"I- I'm in your room... aren't i?" George exclaimed in awe. "Does that mean...?"

Dream let out a small laugh.

"Welcome to 1970 George." He said sweetly, before leaning down and connecting his lips with George's for the first time.

George was surprised at first, but soon melted as Dream's lips moved against his. He could feel the love Dream was pouring into him, and he returned it just as strong.

He found himself running his hands through Dream's hair, something he had wanted to do since he had dug up the picture of Dream in the time capsule. And Dream found his hands on George as well, one resting on his hip, and one cupping his cheek lovingly.

As Dream went to adjust the hand by George's hip, he felt something in George's pocket. Dream slowly broke the kiss and pulled away from George.

"What's this?" He asked, patting George's jeans pocket.

"I-oh! Hold on." George swiftly went to empty the contents from his pocket. His hand re-emerged holding the sealed envelope his future self had given him.

"What's that for?" Dream asked, curious. But George held his finger up, silencing Dream from saying anything else he might have said. George's hand then re-emerged from his pocket a second time, holding something much smaller. He opened his palm and held the item out for Dream to see.

Dream's breath caught. "Are those...?"

George nodded, a smile on his face. "You got me flowers, so I thought I'd get you some as well." George dropped the small seed packet into Dream's now opened hand.

"Flowers from the future..." Dream whispered in awe.

"Flowers from 2020..." George nodded.

-

After George revealed the packet of flower seeds to Dream, he turned back to the letter. They opened and read it together.

It told them how they had slowly fallen for each other, and how Dream had grown weary of his calls with George.

It explained how George went a week without a call from Dream, before being invited out to dinner with Wilbur's family.

It told how Wilbur's phone rang, and how George had driven them to the hospital where Wilbur and Techno's elderly father was.

It let them know how George found an old and sick Clay that night. And how his last words had been "You take care of those flowers, Wrong Number."

It then went on to tell the tale of George's sad and lonely life after his connection with the Dream of the past had been broken.

And as the two boys read the letter, they found themselves holding each other close. Holding on as if they would never get the chance again. They fell asleep that night in each other's arms, right where they both belonged.