"Ugh hurry up, you're so slow!" yelled Clay to the older boy he was dragging through the flowers with him.

"Hey, I'm not a tree like you!" he yelled back.

"I'm not a tree you're just short!"

"5'9 isn't short!" protested the older boy.

Clay looked over at his boyfriend with a soft smile on his face, "You're so stupid."

George giggled, then felt his arm being tugging downwards, "Sit."

He got down and what he saw was absolutely amazing. There was so much colour surrounding him, flowers of every shade of purple, pink and red, Carnations to be exact, and the sun setting in the distance, all the same colours (for the sake of this one shot George isn't colourblind lol).

"It's so beautiful," he said.

"Yeah, not quite as beautiful as you though.

George laughed, laying down in the flowers, Dream laying next to him.

The colours had faded from the sky, leaving a never-ending darkness with glowing white specks to look at.

The two boys looked at each other and the younger could see the stars reflecting in the others eyes.

"I love you so much," he said, quickly pecking his lips.

"I love you too."

Little did Clay know this was the last time he'd ever say those words to him, because one week later he had heard George had gotten in an accident, and didn't make it

It's been 3 years since George's passing, and every year Dream gets reminded of it. This year he had gotten a bouquet of scarlet Carnation flowers, the flower that was in the field that he brought George to. He wanted to forget, he wanted to forget so badly, but he was always reminded of him, and it made moving on that much harder. He was sure George was the one, but now he had no-one.

He sighed, grabbing a blue hoodie and leaving his house, he needed to clear his mind. He walked for a while when he came across a park, he hadn't seen it before. Perfect place to relax, he thought. He walked down the path to an empty bench when he heard an oddly familiar voice beside him.

"No," they laughed. "I can't remember."

Dream looked over a the person sitting there, he had dark brown hair and a British accent. The boy looked up at him, both their eyes widened. The man looked like George, sounded like him too. But it couldn't be him, could it?

"I-I'm gonna have to go.." the British man said while putting away his phone, not breaking eye contact with Dream.

"Dreamie.." he mumbled, then ran off. Dream was frozen, he had only let one person call him that, George.

He snapped out of his trance and stumbled back onto the bench. What the hell just happened, George is dead, he died 3 years ago. But that guy looked like him, and called me Dreamie? Wait did he call me Dreamie or say I'm dreamy. What if he was still on the phone with whoever that was..

Then he realized, how was he going to find him again?

Dream returned to the park, hoping to see that boy again. He didn't see anyone, sighing, Dream headed towards a small pond that was nearby. "I figured you'd be back sooner or later."

He spun around to see the boy from earlier, "I'm sorry, it wasn't my choice."

His voice broke as he spoke, clearly crying, "Dream, please, say something anything."

"You're supposed to be dead."

"No, I-"

"Why did you lie," at this point he was sure it was George.

"Let me explain please," he said, tears streaming down his face.

"Fine."

George had explained how his mother found out about his relationship with Clay, and reacted badly. Saying a bunch of rude things and decided faking George's death and hiding him would be the best option.

"I never wanted to hurt you," he said, when he was wrapped up into a warm hug. Gladly accepting it.

"I know, I can't believe your own mother would want to do something like that." replied Dream, pulling away from the hug.

"I really missed you."

"Yeah, me too Georgie."

"Oh my god." said George, slamming his face into his palms, blushing furiously.

Dream giggled, "So you haven't changed at all."

"Neither have you! I thought you would've forgotten about me by now."

"George, you know I could never forget you." he said grabbing his hand and squeezing it.

George rested his head on Dream's shoulder, still holding hands. They stared into the distance, it was just the two of them again, and nobody could come between them this time.