(back to dreams pov)
'I think we need to talk' -11am
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-11:01 'Yeah i think we do'
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'You free to meet up at our spot?' -11:02
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-11:04 'sure'
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I'm sitting at the roots of the cherry tree, waiting for George. It's 12-ish so I figure he'll be late.
George walks over to me and sits beside me, it's awkward; no talking, no eye contact, nothing.
I clear my throat and ask "are you feeling better?"
"Not really, it's just stress though so..." I nod in response
"George-" I'm about to speak more when he interrupts,
"don't- " he says quickly "I think we've both learned to not say each others names, not in these situations"
As much as I hate to admit it, it's true. This conversation is going to be anything but romantic
"You're right. Anyways um, so, I was wondering...about last week. Why- and I mean this with so much respect but, why'd you kiss me?"
George sighs and waits for a moment
"Can we...can we go for a walk?"
I'm not sure where we are going, and I'm pretty sure that George doesn't, either but the scenery is very pretty it feels as though I'm seeing the world for the first time and the sad part is; it is since I met George.
"I want to get this out of the way, I love you George, so much and anything I say today doesn't change that, it'll always be you"
"Yeah no me too, I love you too"
I feel it. Finally I'm starting to feel loved.
"Why'd you kiss me, G-?" I go to say his name but stop myself by clearing my throat
"I um, I don't...I don't know" George says with a single laugh
"What do you mean you don't know?"
"I mean I don't know, I don't have a clue actually!" he says again, laughing which, for whatever reason annoys me even more.
"Okay... let me make this easier for you; why did you tell me to leave?"
"Like I said, I haven't been feeling well in the past few weeks, I um, think it might be anxiety or something which is strange for me because I've never really had anything like that before but it makes sense I think"
"But you were so demanding I just don't underst-"
"-does it ever go away?"
"What?"
"Will I ever feel normal again? Like, not feel sick all day, not fiddle with random objects, no more aching muscles and random headaches? Will it ever go away because- cause' I feel like I can't do anything"
"For me? No, i mean, anxiety is super different in different people like, I only have one of the same symptons as you but it kind of depends, I suppose"
"Oh okay, thank you. Continue saying what you were saying before I interuppted you"
I pause to think about what I was saying but I comes back to me fairly quickly.
"You were so demanding that I left you, why?"
"You were acting different. I guess I didn't like it"
"I was just really confused and kind of angry. I'm so sorry George, I shouldn't have taken it out on you"
"Yeah no it's okay well it wasn't okay what you did but I forgive you and um, I'm really sorry too, I shouldn't have lead you on like that"
"I forgive you, too"
When I look up I notice a lake, filled with reeds, and a few little koi fish it's very cute and aesthetic, on the other side of the lake, across from where we are walking; there sits a house.
It's an open one story house, most of the furniture appears to be cleaned out.
"Let's go look at this house, it looks so nice!" George says and he starts the jog up the small hill that the house is perched upon.
When we get to the back deck we look at the horizion in front of us. You can see the cherry tree from up here. It's the perfect house for us. Both of us.
"It's... gorgeous" I say
"This is offically my dream house"
"Same, lets look out the front!" I say grabbing his hand and running along the side of the long structure until we reach the front.
"Clay. It's meant to be" George says pointing at a large 'for sale' sign.
"We should live here together some day"
"Seriously though, we need to start saving up for it" George says looking at me, I connect the eye contact
"Yeah, I mean I've been saving up for a while now so it depends on how much you have?"
"All together we'd have enough, 100% we'll just need to talk to a few people about it"
"What about Jenna?"
"What about her? She's just my friend now, I broke up with her on the weekend"
"Oh, how'd she take it?"
"I said shes my friend, didn't I?" he says with a smirk
Finally just us. This is perfect.
George and I walk hand-in-hand back to the deck, once we get there we stand for a while taking it all in.
"It's so hot, how are you wearing that hoodie?" George says
"It covers my scars"
"Clay" George pauses "your scars are beautiful"
"So are yours" I respond pointing at the little cat scratch scars on his kunckles, my thumb traces them.
"I wish I could agree".
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