Smiling Ghosts

6

[~~)George(~~]

Like almost every night, I fall asleep in Dream's arms and he then fades away in the morning light. I hated that I seemed to have fallen for the older man, even though he was dead.

Today I decided it was about time I explored Ranboo. I threw on a blue sweater, black skinny jeans, and blue converse. I found matching my clothes hard to to my partial color blindness. I have came to the desicion that yellow colors were green. The rest, I am not sure. So Dream wears a lot of yellow, yellow that matches his eyes.

I grabbed a mini back pack that was yellow and blue. Well, green I'm predicting. I jumped in my car and drove out of my drive way and off to where the town was. It was slightly larger than I remembered driving past. The grade schools were all combined into one. There was a coffee shop that was a bakery as well. Across the bakery was a decent sized library.

What I assumed was downtown was lined up with thrift shops, as well as antique shops. City Hall was a large sized cobblestone building with large sections of brilliant shinging glass.

Across the townhall was a small church and a park nearby. The grass was this impressive yellow. The towering pine trees were lined across the perimeter, the scarelet maple trees showing off their untouchable beauty. I spotted a weeping willow shading a tire swing and a singular bench.

I continued on my journey and ran into a jail house. I actually hurried past, all jail houses make me nervous. Enough said. I ran into Tommy and Tubbo, "Hey you guys! Where are your parents?"

Tommy shrugged, "I dunno. We're here with grandpa Philza!" I looked over and saw an older man with a green and white striped bucket hat. He wore long drapes and a kind smile. He waved me over. Tubbo took my hand, as well as Tommy, as we approached the older man.

"Tommy, Tubbo, what did I say about annoying strangers?"

Tubbo spoke, "Papa, we know George! He's friends with Daddy!"

Philza nodded, "Alright. So, you're George?"

I nodded, "You must be Philza?"

He stood up and shook my hand, "I am. You're a new face, where did you come from?"

"Over in Brighton."

"Ah I see. What brought you into Florida?"

I shrugged, "Searching for something new I suppose. I live in that old Victorian house."

"Oh really? How do you like living there?"

I smiled, it's strange. Yet Dream is there... "I love it actually. I couldn't imagine why anyone would want to move out. I've just been happier here. Everyday isn't a repeated cycle."

Phil nodded, "I get that. That's why I travel. I like to explore places that no one else has. I try to avoid tourism as much as possible. Go to these ran down towns, and move onto a forest. I also like to follow the migration of crows."

That's... interesting. I get butterflies or... basically anything else.  Crows don't migrate a whole lot. But, he seems like a wise man. "How often do you visit your family?"

"About a month per year. I usually come 'round during Christmas. But, I've decided to take a break this year."

I nodded, "That's cool."

"Are you seeing anyone George?"

"No. I've never really been in a relationship. Just haven't found the right guy."

Philza laid his hand on my shoulder, "I support that. And you will one day."

I nodded at him, flashing him a kind smile, suddenly Tommy came running in, "Papa, can we go get icecream?"

He nodded, "I don't see why not! I'll see you later?"

"Yep! See you later!"

I decided to drop by the bakery and the market to get some groceries. I got a Monster from the local gas station and headed over to the library. Since I had food awaiting me, I walked in, looked at a few books and headed out. "Is that all?" A woman with light pink hair asked in a thick German accent. I nodded, "Yes ma'am."

With that, I went home. Much later than I anticipated, but then again, there wasn't anyone to go home to. I decided to drive slower to take in the landscape. The dirty yellow lush fields rolling around. The humidity of the palm trees reflected off the pavemented road. The tall weeds swayed in the gentle breeze. I rolled down my windows and took in everything around me.

I was at this euphoric peace. But the one thing I wished was here was Dream. I could imagine him right next to me in the passenger seat, messing with the music. His melodic voice singing at the top of his lungs. His dirty blonde hair flowing in every which way.

Him just being so carefree and being an idiot. Doing small weird dance movements along with the beat, a hand on my inner thigh. Just Dream and I.

For a split second I had closed my eyes and allowed myself to daydream about this man I had fallen for. To my dissapointment I had reached my house. Sighing with resentment, I unlocked my front door and started unloading my groceries.

As soon as I was done, I threw in Instant Noodles and plopped down on my couch. Scrolling through social media mindlessly. Regretfully, my mind gravitated back over to Dream. The beeping of the microwave shook me out of my daze. I huffed and stood up. I stretched my limbs and went over to the kitchen.

I opened the microwave and saw my noodles were missing. "DREAM! Give me my instant noodles back now! I'm hungry!" I whined. He appeared on he kitchen table, a fork and my noodles. He took a spoonful and slurped them up, "Hey, these are pretty good!"

"Dream give them back. You can't even eat!"

"I can eat thank you very much! And drink! Things taste amazing!"

I rolled my eyes and pulled out another container of instant noodles, "Theif." I muttered on my breath. He picked me up and spun me, not letting me go.

"Dream!" I shrieked, "Let me go!"

"No! Not until you apologize!"

"Never!" He threw me onto my couch and started tickling me. "Mercy! Have mercy!"

"Apologize!" I gasped for air, "Okay! Dream! I'm sorry!" True to his word, he stopped. He was hovered over me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Dream bent down and kissed my forehead, "Hey idiot, you missed." He looked at me confused. I then made a kissy face. Rolling his eyes, he gave me a long kiss on the lips.

"Ew you taste of noodles."

"George, you're an idiot."