☁︎︎❥𝗖𝗼𝗻𝗰𝗿𝗲𝘁𝗲, 𝘁𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘁|⌫ - 𝘗𝘦𝘣𝘣𝘭𝘦 𝘉𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘈𝘜

Dreams

Prepare for fluff angst, my specialty
Allister POV THIRD PERSON:

Allister wriggled herself under the thin covers on the makeshift bed on Toby's floor. Tommy lay sleeping peacefully. She turned away from him and pressed her back against his side.

She felt sleep overcome her and the sweet smell of her own house, where her parents were still absent, become present in her dream.

Slowly, the memory of being young, naive and stupid, washed over her conscience as people began to appear in the room.

The sweet smell vanished and was replaced by the souring scent of alcohol. She stood in the doorway, in between the kitchen and the living room.

Allister remembered this one vividly. From the age she was in the memory, 14, to 15, to 16, to 17, where she watched from now, behind the others, and all the way to 19.

"Oh, I don't like this one much." Said the 18 year old Allister.

"Neither do any of us." Snapped 15, bandages covering her back from injuries in gymnastics.

"Calm down, past me. Anger gets you no where in this world." That was 17, she said that herself. Maybe she should take her own advice.

"Oh.. oh 18 that's the age when the— the thing happened with the lake.." 19 murmured.

"Oh fucking hell not that one. That means she's still calling Tommy a 'Friend' with that damn question mark. I think my year was w-"

"I know, I know."

"Where's Landon?" 14 whispered.

Then there were no past or future Allisters. It was just a dream, a mockery of herself. This was a memory.

"Where's Landon?" She repeated, as of saying it enough would make him appear, sober, beside her.

The drunken scene faded in front of her to Landon at a party, doing shots and laughing with his friend, buying girls drinks and over all being a drunk university student.

Horror and anger rose inside Allister yet she pushed it down, reminding herself that this wasn't real.

The dream moved on to him on the phone with Florence. They were yelling, and she hung up angrily after saying she was going to Wilbur's.

Today was Florence's birthday.

Juliet's birthday was in a little over a month.

"Chili pepper sauce? In soy?" Tommy mocked, making a disgusted face.

"It makes it sweeter. It's sweet chili pepper sauce. And yes, honey in soy. It makes the glaze better. Don't criticize the ex culinary arts student." Older Allister set the cake down on the table, the large 'happy birthday' font was neatly done in cursive, no doubt by Juliet.

Juliet? When had Juliet come along?

She picked up the wine Ranboo had brought and put it in the fridge.

"No, Ranboo. You aren't even old enough to drink in your own country."

"But this is Germany! I'd have been able to drink here for years!" He exclaimed.

"No. You made the mistake of being American, bitch." Tommy laughed.

"You made the mistake of being a child." Ranboo rolled his eyes.

Germany? We're in Germany? Where in Germany?

The words of her questions about what was happening clogged the memory, and slowly definitions of words began to replace where Juliet stood. Toby got up and left the room, and Allister went and got the cake.

The cake was decorated with pond accessories and plants.

Allister's arms began to shake violently, dropping the cake. The lily pads took root of the floor and sprung around her. Elodea hung from the ceiling once more.

The weeds of her near death hung thickly around her as she pushed her way towards the oven, hoping there'd be something in there to wake her up.

Yet instead, when she opened it, Tommy was folded in positions that surely would break his back, yet he reached his arm out and pulled, allowing himself to snap back into place in front of Allister's eyes.

The stain of algae tinted his clothes, which were sopping wet.

He took Allister's face in his hands.

"What did you just try to do?"

The pond water filled up around them, and Allister was back where she nearly died.

"I'm not doing this again!" She cried, throwing the nightmarish pale features of the dream Tommy away.

The words 'Friend (?)' floated around the water instead of the pond weeds.

And this time, rather than the clearing being for her body, Tommy was stumbling neck deep into a clearing in the words she'd labeled him as.

The phrase soaked into his skin, tainted him, infected him.

"Is that really all I am to you?" The hurt in his voice burnt Allister's conscience.

"I- I don't know!" Allister yelled, burying her face in her hands.

And yet now Tommy was before her again, and they were in a hotel she somehow knew was in New York, and it was Christmas, they were 18 and he kissed her.

They kissed for a while, the British office playing in the background.

They just made out and had a fun time together, laughing and cracking jokes.

"I don't know.. what you are to me." The 17 year old Allister muttered. "Whatever— whatever we are in the future I haven't figured out yet. But you aren't a friend."

And Tommy nodded. And he was gone. And she was awake, off her pillow.

Allister stood and went to her phone, seeing it was 3:56 am. She took a dose of her anxiety medication and decided to walk around Toby's town a while.

Tommy would be leaving today, and she would go home as well, get her pc and some more clothes and come back.

She wasn't ready to say good bye, not in the slightest, but that didn't matter now.

Right now she was preoccupied with the beauty around her.

The black of the cool night, the small town street light glow.

Ahead of her, a girl with a long tan trench coat on and short brown hair was stopped and on her phone.

The trench coat was stylish, something Allister's mom would wear. Her hair was curled neatly into small waves that swept upward in a fashion she liked. She had a white low cut shirt on and long black pants.

Allister took it upon herself to ask why she was so dressed up at 4 in the morning.

The woman looked up, bright blue eyes staring at Allister's own.

"Oh, I have a flight to Germany to catch."

"There's no airport near?" Allister asked, feeling uneasy.

"No worries dear, it'll be cold anyway. You should go home."

"Who are you? Why do you look like mom?"

"Oh dear, I'm not your mom. I don't even know who you are." The woman smiled sweetly.

Allister's eyes widened. That smile looked strikingly like her own.

"You're me. You're me. Why— why am I still dreaming."

"I'm not you, and you aren't dreaming." The woman put a hand on Allister's shoulder. "Are you alright? You're acting like I did when I was 17."

"What do you mean? I'm fine, don't touch me." She shimmied away from the woman's hand.

"Oh nothing much, just.. almost died that year, a lovely place I must say."

Allister's dread towards this woman mounted. "You're me! Stop this and just let me go!"

"I'm not you. You need to wake up, dear."

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Notes:
Merry Christmas lol