I've been talking to George for a week now. I always have to make an excuse for my cancelled plans with Sapnap but it's worth it. He's worth it.

At about 6 pm i went for a walk and i ended up at the flower shop. I figured that I might as well go in so i open the door and walk inside. Its a quite lovely shop as its still new. I see the man, about the same age as me maybe a bit older standing behind the counter with a warm and friendly smile. I walk around the shop for about 10 minutes before i finally decide to buy a packet of calendula seeds...

I get home and rest for a bit before 8 pm rolls around and i go up to my room to call George, i type in the number which rings for no more than 2 rings before the familiar british boy picks up. We talk about anything and everything, I ask him about his childhood and he tells me about growing up in Britain whilst i tell him about how I grew up in 1970. We talk for hours with occasionally George mentioning something like Google? Whatever that was he tells me not to search him up on it.

"It's weird, we can't physically communicate. I mean we can but I assume you're old." I chuckle but start yo think about it, the idea came to me about a time box and i share it with George. "I have an idea!" I put the phone down on the shiny dresser as i walk off and grabbed a bucket of lime green paint from the shed in my garden. "Whats your idea?" I dont respond fully in a rush with my idea instead i say "Go to the wall next to the window" I hear George groan and I insist he goes until I finally hear him start to get quieter eith how far away he was. "Now what" I practically hear his boredom as I bring the paint to my room, i grab the phone and tilt my head to pin it to my ear and shoulder. Soon, i open the paint "Dream? What are you doing?" "Just look at the wall." I say sternly as i apply a thin coat of paint over my hand "ready?" I say at any second ready to touch the wall. "Yes. Though I don't exactly know what I'm reader for." I take that as my ready so i gently put my hand against the walls flower printed wall, hoping that from the other side he can see it.

"George? Are you there? I hope you can see it and no one erased it after I moved out." The thought of someone getting rid of this after I leave makes me sad but im optimistic that, that isnt the case. "George?" I get worried at the lack of noise I usually hear until i finally hear his voice again. "I-yeah i see it" he chuckles from the end of the phone and I do the same until a thought came to my mind.

"Did you hold my hand?" I say with a smirk on my face.

(Authors note- that dead old rizz fr)

"wh-i-ho" I immediately laugh at his reply knowing I made him blush. "Calm down I'm kidding" i say still slightly laughing hoping that he will calm down.

"I wonder what else we could try out." I sit there thinking about it until he speaks again "i wonder why you've never visited" I hear the mood change between us. "What?"

"Why the future you hasn't visited me yet since we started talking? Like why you never came on July 29th to tell me you're who i'm talking to" i try to lighten the mood with my reply but ultimately failing "maybe I'm dead." We decide to end the call there hoping that tommorow will end better, we say goodnight and i end call. I lay down in bed and grab my notebook from my drawers.

August 4th 1970/2020