Flowers from 1970

6

George was sat at his computer, finishing the work he had been set to do. Every time he opened his computer, he always had to resist the urge to search up Dream and get more facts about him, but he made a promise and he should keep it.

He was trying to do the work at the best of his ability but he was rushing it, still resisting to look up Dream, whilst waiting for the phone to ring. This had become a daily thing, calling Dream, talking for hours, sleep and repeat. He called him 12 hours a day, the boy he has never met in person before, became something unreal, something he had also been wanting, something he was craving 

His interest in Dream had made George forget how absurd this whole thing is, talking to someone in a whole other lifetime.

It made him forget how far away Dream was. How they were so close, yet so far

Maybe he forgot about it because of how lonely he was, his family back in England, he had lived alone for the past 6-7 years and only having two friends who he hasn't spoken to in months

Dream has asked George things that no one has ever asked him before. From simple things to personal questions, he didn't mind it but he wasn't used to it. 

He didn't know the last time that someone had asked him anything like that and what he felt and what he was interested in. He couldn't remember the last time he heard himself speak about himself

As he submitted his work, he heard the phone ring, little earlier than usual, but that doesn't matter. He was about to answer but it stopped ringing.

That was weird

He walked over to the wall

He didn't know how many times he looked at it a day. From the "the names clay" to the green handprints, knowing there was something to prove that this boy did exist. 

The photo of Dream lay on his desk. His smile permanently captured onto a piece of film that had survived fifty years under a pile of dirt. 

The phone rang again and he picked it up instantly

"so you the photo?" Dream had wasted no time to ask that

George glanced to the desk where the photo lay on "yes, I did, that's you right?"

"yep" Dream sighed, seemingly slumping into a chair "my friend, Sapnap, took it for me with my cat patches"

"When you called this phone, you thought it was, Sapnap, right?" 

"Yeah, this is his number" Dream replied "he doesn't know I talk to you, he would think I'm crazy" 

George chuckled "you are crazy"

"thank you" Dream gave short laughs "so I thought about the science of it all" He said after he had gathered himself

George raised an eyebrow "the science? is this even science? This is straight sci-fi magic"  

"well yes, but if all our experiments with the time capsule and the paint worked out, it means I do exist in your timeline" Dream began

"go on" George was intrigued 

"That should mean that before our first phone call, I never knew you existed yet but after we started talking I think we started modifying the memories of the Dream in your timeline and adding in the events that we created" Dream babbled

"so," George began, "so why hasn't old you visited me yet?"

"as I said, I could be dead or gotten Alzheimer's, or just refused to see you for a reason I don't know yet" Dream suggested

"why don't you let me look you up on google then?" George asked. Dream knew about the internet as George had spent hours trying to explain the concept of it to him

"I just" Dream struggled "I don't know. I guess I like the idea that we're talking as if this whole 50 years ago doesn't exist. It's weird to think that now I'm an old man in your time and that we're so far apart from each other. You finding out about me just proves that this friendship would never be a normal one" Dream had done the best to explain

" I understand and feel the same way" George said quietly 

"Thank you. Also, thank you for keeping your promise" 

"of course, anytime" George smiled and looked at the clock "I should sleep, Its late and I have a meeting with some colleagues early in the morning tomorrow" 

"have fun with that" Dream chuckled "Goodnight, wrong number" 

"goodnight old man" George joked

"I'm not even-"

"-old yet, yeah, yeah. Have a good sleep" George finished