"... I can't tell you much" George said, sitting on his floor "isn't it science fiction common knowledge that telling someone of the past too much can mess up the future?"
"I suppose you right" Dream sighed "well now that I know I moved out seeing as you live there now"
"So tell me about Sap, who is he?"
"my friend, we call him Sapnap. You must have his telephone, I don't know how it ended up there are at my house"
"really that's what you're confused about? we are talking to each other in different years in the same house" George mentioned
"Of course I'm confused about that too" George could hear his eyes roll from the other line "so how old are you?"
"24." George didn't know why he was telling a stranger how old he was but his loneliness got the better of him
"I'm 21." Dream said with no hesitation and George only assumed he was a confident man
"what do you do for a living?" George said curiously
"I coach baseball for kids. I like baseball. What about you?" Dream chuckled
"do I love baseball or what I do for a living?"
"Hm, why not answer both"
George was sat down on his bed "I'm not into sports. Also, I program video games for computers for a living"
"What kind of job is that? Dream raised an eyebrow
"I forgot you probably don't know what those are yet" George giggled
"Yeah. Hello?! I'm in the past" Dream joked
George laughed "well I have to go, I should sleep"
"Boo." Dream groaned into the phone
As fun as it was to talk to Dream, it was getting late into the night and he had a project to finish"
"goodbye wrong number" Dream bid him goodbye
"goodbye old man"
"hey! I'm not old yet" dream joked before hanging up
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Flowers from 1970
FanfictionYoung, lonely George discovers he can use an old telephone to communicate with a boy living 50 years in the past
