Pierre// Sequel to Flowers from 1970 dnf/

The diary

Sometimes things never change, somethings stay and
somethings change. But for Clay and George it's different in a way.

"So George what's with the book? Looks kind of dusty to me"
"O-Oh that... it's just a diary, journal yada yada. For tasks, and to remember places I've been and to do important things, for example watering the flowers outside and remembering the time I was in a park, been to them?"
"If I eventually have motivation to do so or my sister lettlo lolbe viole-"

"Violent with a fork? Yeah true siblings are annoying even though I don't have any"
"Sad man, but I'm serious she's a handful and the youngest out of my family"

Clay looks at the clock noticing it's three am and in a split second he started to shiver not noticing it was late, normally he'd go to bed earlier than that but this time it was three o'clock straight.

"So George, where am I going to sleep this morning?" Clay couldn't help himself to laugh after that meeting eyes with George realising it.
"Oh um- wait here I'll get something and don't get run over!" George went to the basement on the otherhand Dream reminded himself not to be that guy from 1970 "Clay".

"HELP! IT'S TO BIG FOR ME TO CARRY ALEXANDER!"
Crash...
Clay rushed over to him and helped him up.
"Nah, you're to small to do a big favour"
"I'm not small"
"Yeah you are. Admit it" At this point Clay wanted to laugh but was tired to.
"George I'll set it up, don't worry about me I'll be fine, i'll fix the mattress up" George at the moment though for a second "Where's he going to sleep?!"

"You can sleep in my room... if you want? Sounds gay though which I don't mind" George at this moment sounded pretty tired but didn't want to admit it so he brought up the conversation about it.

~Next morning at the park~

"So I was I right about getting out for once?" Clay questions
"Yeah okay mister mask man" George sighed
"And why did you bring me here again?"
"Just to get some fresh air from staying inside all day"
" maybe you could put some journal entries of where you go now?" Clay started to think about it.

"Maybe..."
While George kept talking Clay was more focused on something or someone hiding in a bush near them. It or that was almost clear to see, Clay looked a bit closer still listening to George he saw a familiar face. Another person who was from the past