Flowers from 1970

5

Dream and George found other ways to communicate with each other, with George having the brilliant idea of Dream leaving a time capsule burning somewhere in the back yard for George to find. George uploaded his work project on his computer and walked outside with the shovel he had recently bought. Dream had told him it was put in the corner near the fence and hoped no one had taken it out since it was put in.

With that information, George started to dig. he wasn't the strongest person physically, but he persisted with each stab of the shovel into the cold dirt. 

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw someone looking at him. It must have looked weird to be digging a hole in your backyard. he must have looked like he was digging a hole to bury a body or something. George shrugged the man, which prompted him to walk away

The man looked quickly into his pocket notebook while he was walking away and wrote something down. George got scared, he thought it was notes to take to the police about him being suspicious   

It had been over 15 minutes and George started to give up. he sighed and looked at the pile of dirt on the floor. Someone must have taken the capsule. 

he was about to shovel the dirt back into the hole when a glimmer of light reached his eye. There buried into the ground was a hint of metal.

George's eyes widened as he ran for the shovel again, picking at the ground until he had found a pill-shaped capsule in the ground. It had masking tape on it that had 'George' written on it

He did not even bother shovelling the dirt back into the hole. He ran back into the house to rinse off the dirt and ran back to his room. 

Right on time, the phone started to ring.

"DREAM! I HAVE YOUR CAPSULE!" George yelled into the phone

"so you do, well open it, I'm curious how long the things have survived."

It took George a while to open it as it was rusty and created a sort of lock on the metal. It popped open with such a force that George was thrown back a little with a groan

"you alright?" Dream had asked

George had gotten back up, "yeah, I'm fine" 

A couple of things from the capsule had scattered across the bed

He squinted at it "Pop-Chew?" he tried to read the wrapper 

"Yes! I love those!" Dream said excitedly

"what's this?" George sniffed it "smells like rotten sweets"

"its gum, check the expiration date" Dream ordered

The wrapper had barely visible writing on it but you could see a faint number saying '21st August 1971'

George put the sweets on his desk and picked up a rock looking object

"is this quartz?" George asked

"yeah! its my favourite one I own" You could hear Dream smile

George held it tightly in his hand "why give it to me instead?"

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Dream lay on his bed, letting his record play in the background and staring at the wallpaper

"why give it to me then?"

How was Dream supposed to answer that? He had given it to George because he wanted his favourite person in the world to have his favourite thing in the world. He had cared about someone who isn't even alive yet

He cared about his best friend, Sapnap, too, but not in the way he did with George, someone who he hasn't even met

"Dream-?" He said

"oh- uh- I guess I didn't think- an ill need that for the future" he answered untruthfully

"Hm, alright," George said in response

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In the capsule there were some other things such as an old cassette and baseball cards. After a while, George saw a little canister and held it up to his eyes. He opened it, it was dry, cracked, lime green paint

"what did you open"

"the paint"George dipped his finger in, and to his surprise, his finger had broken the hardness of the paint and watery preserved lime green paint had coloured the tip of his pinky. 

"I'm sure it's ugly now, right?" Dream asked,

"no, it's perfect." George was shocked

George had an idea, he poured a decent amount of paint onto his hand and spread it around

"are you there?" Dream asked

He glanced at Dream's handprint and in one movement, placed his hand right next to it. The different sizes was interesting 

George grabbed the phone "yeah I'm still here"

"what did you do?" 

George started at the two handprints "nothing" he mumbled

"oh" dream said, "well, there's one more thing in there. Taped to the inside of the capsule. You can look at it but ill have to hang up"

"why?" George said, raising an eyebrow

"Bye, George!" Dream bid and before George could ask for any explanation once again, their connection cut out

George put down the phone with a sigh and checked the inside of the capsule container. Inside was a piece of paper. A polaroid 

It was Dream. Seemingly candid taken by another person and he was smiling with beautiful dirty blonde hair and a tall stature. He was holding his pet cat and was in the very bedroom that George was in at that moment

George thought he was quite handsome. He was getting sleepy, and his eyes fell closed with the photo held closed to him