Poppy

"This is for you ma'am," Dream says while laughing and quickly dashing off. 

George picks it up seeing that he had dropped a flower, a red poppy to be exact. Or at least he thinks it's red. "Why did you give me a color I can't see?" He sassy says following Dream. 

"I highly doubt there are such things as blue poppies, George." Dream playfully says. 

"Whatever" George mutters delicately placing the flower in his pocket when Dream wasn't looking. 

"Darn it, I have to go now George, I planned this thing with Sapnap and he might kill me if I'm not there." 

"It's fine, I needed to take a nap anyways." 

"When aren't you taking a nap?" Dream says while chuckling. 

"Shut up," George says rolling his eyes. 

"Bye Georgie!!! Love you!" Dream calls out as he runs north.

                                                                       ...

George was frantically searching through his house for a book, a scrapbook. "Yes!!!" he shouts in victory when he finds it. 

He grabs the poppy from his pocket and carefully presses it down till it was flattened. He gently places the flower inside and grabs a slip of paper.

 Writing down, 'July 23rd, 2021' and places it with the flower. 

He flips through the rest of the pages that were filled with maybe hundreds of flowers from Dream. Some of the flowers were wilted and sadly some had died out. But he stilled cherished them all. 

He hid the book again in a new place this time. And it will stay there until a new flower can be added.