Flowers from 1970

4

It had been a week since George and Dream started talking and needless to say, they had become good friends

George had started eating lunch in his room, waiting for that phone to ring, he ate his dinner in his room waiting for that phone call that leads into the night

They talked about anything and everything, including their childhoods, and favourite things in their time

Dream had made George promise not to look for him in 2020 or try to google him 

So George kept his promise and they continued to speak as if the only distance between them was miles and not time

"It's weird, we can't physically communicate. I mean we can but I'm assuming your old" George laughed

"I have no idea" Dream said after a while. He left the phone on his dresser and told George he would be back

George waited patiently, counting the many flowers on his wall when he heard a faint voice come from the phone again

"whats your idea," George asked turning his side on the pillow

"go to the wall near the window" Dream asked George

George groaned, indicating his tiredness, but Dream insisted he go

Grudgingly, he got up and walked to the wall near the window as Dream told him to "Now what?"

--

Dream stood by the window. the walls where he was (in time) were much newer and in tact then at George's time

He had come from the shed with a bucket of lime green paint. He pinned the phone between his cheek and shoulder and opened the bucket of paint 

"Dream? What are you doing?" George asked

"Just look at the wall" Dream demanded and took the paintbrush and applied a thick coat of the paint and dragged it across his hand 

"Ready?" Dream said to George

"Yeah?" 

--

"George waited at the wall, whistling. Suddenly lime paint started appearing on the wall. It was appearing slowly and a bit chipped and worn out but there nonetheless

"George? Are you there? I hope you see it and no one erased it after I moved out" Dream said

It was a handprint. A seemingly former lime green paint (it was darker and fainter now)

George stayed silent and absentmindedly put his own hand over the handprint. Dream's hand seemed bigger than his, with slightly longer fingers

"George?" Dream called out, and George pulled his hand away quickly

"I- yeah- I see it" George chuckled and snapped back into reality

"Did you hold my hand?" Dream asked

"Wh- I- ho-" George choked out but Dream started laughing

"Calm down, I'm kidding" George could smile from the other side of the phone

George sat down on his bed,
looking at the handprint on the wall "I wonder why you've never visited" 

"What?" Dream asked

"why future you haven't visited me yet since we started talking. Like why you never came to me on July 29th saying you were the one talking to me" George pondering curiously 

"Maybe I'm dead " Dream said, half-jokingly 

George hated that thought. It was possible and he fought back his urge to google him and find out everything he could about Dream, but the only information he had was that he lived here before, Dream didn't want him to look him up for some reason

they bid each other goodnight, and George fell asleep on his side, staring at the green handprint on the wall