Pierre// Sequel to Flowers from 1970 dnf/

Bush-init

Tommy sat with Tubbo but it was mostly him spying on the two people that he used to know. One was in 2020 and the other was in 1970 hanging out in the park, and one thing Tommy questioned "why am I here and how does Tubbo not notice it?"

"Tubbo? What are yo- not again.., just why?"
"What Tommy? They are cute and they buzz a lot"
"Wow- I'm not surprised anyways I found someone you would not believe here Tubbo"
"Oh?" Tubbo stared at Tommy and was more focused on him.

"Dream. Well frickin Clay."
"No way that's possible Tomm-" Tubbo was cut off by the serious looking gremlin boy
"Shh- I think he heard us. Tommy whispered then looked up.

"Hello there Tubbo a Tommy" Clay greeted sarcastically hoping the boys don't follow them.

"Hello old frickin man" Tommy also sarcastically replied
"So why the spying boys, don't you think it's kind of creepy?" Clay spoke in a tone of concern to the two boys.
"TOMMY'S IDEA NOT MINE" Tubbo shouted Kind of scared of what Clay was going to do. Clay in 1970 might of been old but Tubbo looked up to him, kind of like a big brother or a father figure. Tommy on the other hand was worried.

"NO! TUBBO IT WAS NOT! Clay stayed quiet as the boys continued fighting over who's idea was it until George appeared behind him.

"Not scary George, my sister is scary." Clay sighed as he said it.
"Oh yeah, the forks thing. She needs to understand that you're not food Alexander" George rolled his eyes and giggled. Tommy on the other hand was quiet thinking why the name Alexander. And Tubbo was at the bees again naming them.

At the end of the day the two boys agreed to take in the boys who was spying on them for awhile, and when I mean awhile it was awhile. When they got home George felt something not right.

"Alexander?"
"Yes George?"
"Why is the tape playing "Unchained Melody" next to the word "Hi"? "Basically George was a bit freaked out about it but at the same time was glad to hear that song that his lover from 1970 loved, so he left the tape alone kind of blushing thinking about his memories him and the cheesy talks the had together on the phone at eight thirty pm on the dot,fithy years apart.