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single daisy.
Dream was alone in his house for the first time in a while. After George finally moved in, there was a lot he had to do. One of which being to explore America. So, George went to LA to do many things with Sapnap and his friends, while Dream stayed home doing work related things. Dream doesn’t hate being alone, but when your best friend who just moved in leaves you, he couldn’t help but feel lonely. Not to mention the fact that Dream fell stupidly in love with George, and now he isn’t even home. And stupidly, he doesn’t even seem to comprehend fully that he loves George.
It’s been raining badly in florida. He’s used to big storms, yet everything just felt wrong. He hates the rain more than usual and found himself cursing at the lightening whenever he heard it. But, he did find one that that was interesting.
A single daisy. The rain stopped for a short amount of time and he went outside to get the mail. He then saw that there was a single daisy that was in the front of their house. The other flowers were completely destroyed from the harsh rain. But, that daisy, lived. Dream took a photo of it and sent it to George, which George replied back with, “that flowers epic for living.”
Dream checks up on that daisy every single day. He sends a picture to George everyday updating the flower to him. George calls him a nerd while Dream says that it’s something to look forward to while he isn’t home.
Then he thought, “what if I give the daisy a name?”
The first name to pop into his head was George, of course it was. The flower to him was very pretty. He was pretty amazed how it lived. The flowers strong, beautiful, and gets daily love from Dream. George is the perfect candidate for it’s name, right? It shouldn’t matter. It’s just a flower. Just a name. George’s name, for a pretty flower.
Upon naming the flower George, he sent George another photo for the day and said “I named it after you.”
In LA, George had been filming podcasts and meeting up with friends. He will admit that it got quite boring. George wanted to go home and sleep in his bed. He felt bad for Dream being all alone, and has much as he didn’t want to admit, he missed him.
LA during this time is just windy. There was little rain but it wasn’t as bad as what Florida has got going on. George gets his daily updates from Dream. When Dream first told George about his little flower story, George found it cute. The flower was beautiful in his opinion, and he liked getting updates about it. Of course he’s never admit that though.
One day, while George was out with some friends, he got a text. Assuming it was a flower update, he quickly checked the message. Upon reading it, it was the flower in all its glory. Under the picture, Dream said,
“I named it after you.”
George simply just liked the message and replied with “Idiot. Why?” It wasn’t all that simple though, his heart ached at it. He was trying to hide a smile and ultimately looked like an idiot doing so.
Dream responded with “I just feel like it fits.” He smiled for a while at his phone until putting it away.
It fits… huh.
Two days passed since the flower George had been named. The rain in Florida still hasn’t passed. Dream found himself missing George more. Whenever he did, he’d grab an umbrella and go outside. The flower looked a little under the weather today. He took a picture and sent it to George saying, “He’s under the weather today :(“ which to George replied with, “Aww, me too flower George.”
Dream questioned that. “What’s wrong Georgie?” George replied saying, “Homesick, take care of the daisy though, maybe i’ll feel better too?” Dream smiles lovingly and said “I will try but just know that both you and the flower are beautiful George <3”
In LA, George was feeling homesick. He was tired of stupid LA parties and filming. He was tired of socializing with big groups of people. He wanted to go home. He wanted to see Dream and socialize with him instead.
Dream sent George another flower update, which George took kindly. After chatting about the flowers condition and asking Dream to take care of it, Dream said, “I will try but just know that both you and the flower are beautiful George <3”
George froze. He thought, normally this would be normal, we joke flirt all the time but… Why’d you really name the flower after me? I’m not beautiful like it. I’m not strong like it. Why is the flower so special to you?
Am I so special to you?
George is hanging out with Tina today to go shopping so he hurries up and tries his hardest to ignore the text. Tina said it’ll be a nice idea to purchase Dream a gift.
Great, he’s always gonna be on my mind today isn’t he?
Upon meeting up with Tina, they enter a vintage gift store. Tina stumbles around looking at the vintage cardigans and hats and picks up a few clothing items. For George thought, something catches his eye. It was a shiny glass-crystal flower.
A daisy perhaps?
He picks it up and admires it.
Dream would love this.
As soon as George thought about Dream and got giddy and flustered, he tried to stop. He called over Tina to show her his find.
Tina makes her way to George and gasps excitedly in awe, nodding her head and telling him to purchase it. And so he does, making sure to be extremely fragile with it. But although he just got Dream a gift, he didn’t want to think about him. He had a busy week ahead of him anyway so he believes it’ll keep him distracted. He didn’t want to ignore Dream, it was more that he wanted to ignore his own feelings for said man.
Dream starts to worry because he didn’t get a text back. He starts to panic. He hopes that George was just busy. And he’s bored. Insanely bored. He doesn’t want to make things worse with George since he already talked to him today and shot his shot at flirting, although meant to just be a loving text. So, he decided to annoy Sapnap instead and hopefully vent a little. Sapnap luckily wasn’t busy.
“What’s up?”
“I’m bored and I miss George but I already fucked things up.”
“Woah- woah, bro, slow down. Why’d you say that?”
Sapnap knows the two are in love. It’s insane to watch. Especially watching George. Since George is with him in LA, he could tell when George got a text from Dream. His face beams and his cheeks turn bright red. And with Dream? He’s been living with him for 2 years. It’s obvious Dream fell for him. He always jokes about Dream and George being a couple, but he knows damn well they’re both in love but George won’t accept it.
“I flirted with him on text, and I know we always do but he didn’t respond- and I know he’s probably busy but-“
“Clay, calm the fuck down.”
“I am trying.”
“We’ll try harder. George left a while ago to go shopping with Tina and get you a gift to bring back, which now that I think about it, I shouldn’t have told you but you’re freaking your balls out.”
What? A gift?
“I… Shit I’m sorry for ranting Nick.”
“It’s all good man. I know you miss him. And I know damn well he misses you too. He just doesn’t know how to admit it. Hell- I don’t even think he knows he’s in love with you. Either he does or he’s in denial.”
“God don’t say that.”
“It’s true dude. Now get some rest, talk to you soon.”
Days had passed and Dream missed George badly today. The flower didn’t really seem to help not miss George this time around. Probably because as much as he wants it to be, the flower isn’t George. It was pouring terribly. He decided to facetime him for the first time in a while. He had to admit, he was nervous, especially after the talk with Sapnap. They spoke a little bit everyday talking about what they were doing and how the flower was, ultimately deciding to ignore the flirt text. Hoping George wasn’t busy, the phone rang. George picked up a couple seconds after.
“Kinda late pick up George.”
“Well sorry- I’m in the middle of something.”
“Oh- should I hang up?“
“No, stay. I’m just changing my clothes.”
“Proof?”
“Fuck off.”
Their conversation was normally and innocent. Dream smiles and hearing George’s voice. It’s been so long. He couldn’t contain himself much and just began to talk like he normally does.
“Y’know… if the daisy had a voice- it would sound like you.”
George is silent for a while. Dream can’t help but to wonder what he was thinking about.
“What- British?”
“What- pfft- no- Y’know what- never mind.”
George chuckles and asks, “How is the flower by the way? I didn’t get a check in today.”
“Sorry George, it’s fine by the way. Looks a little rough but it’s fine.”
“That’s good.”
Moments pass in silence and fabric ruffles across the line. A couple of times Dream would hum and George would hum back, but upon that, the line was silent. After minutes, Dream finally spoke.
“When I said the flower would sound like you, I meant it would sound beautiful.”
“What?”
“Sorry George… Did you get all flustered?”
“You’re annoying. You’re so obsessed with me, with the flower.”
“I like you more though.”
“Mhm.”
Idiot.
“You know...” Dream trails off.
“I always find myself coming back.”
“To where?”
The moment stops until Dream picks it up again.
“To you.”
The line is silent again. Dream curses at himself like the lightening that strikes. He wishes George doesn’t make him talk out of his ass. He can just blame it on the poor weather if anything.
“You mean the flower? You know i’m not there. Are you just gonna replace the flower after me?”
“What- no George. Never.”
Sure, that daisy means a lot to him. But that’s because George means everything to
him. The flowers named after George after all.
“‘Never’… You sound tired Clay.”
“So?”
“I don’t know… What if you’re just a big liar right now?”
“It’s true George.”
“No it’s not, you’re only saying that because your minds all fuzzy and you’re barely awake…”
“You know… they say people who are barely awake tell the truth.”
“Who told you that, Sapnap?”
“Actually, I believe he did once…”
“Well- Ok but that’s not true… wouldn’t it be better to tell the truth when you’re fully awake and actually able to think?”
“It’s easier to lie when you’re fully awake… I think that’s why I allowed myself to go without sleep…
George, I wanna be honest for you. And- you aren’t the flower as much as I want it to be you. I just… I don’t know.”
“Oh.”
Dream keeps spilling out more and more the more he hears George speak.
“Sorry…”
The line falls silent
“It’s okay.”
Is it?
“I- What I mean is that I always choose you to talk to. I didn’t even mention the daisy to Nick. I just… I told you instead. I tell you everything George.”
‘I tell you everything George’ struck George sharply. George feels ashamed he can’t even do that. But, he tries to every time they have a deep talk like this. He’s scared he’s just gonna break one day.
“That’s what I like about you.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
As soon as George is able to be genuine, he is eating alive with fear. Dream somewhat is too from George’s response, but it’s more so hope than fear.
“When- when are you coming home?”
“Umm… I don’t really know.”
“Have you been that busy George? Don’t overwork yourself too much” He should be saying that to himself really.
“Yeah- sorry. I’ll keep you updated but- well- I gotta head out soon.”
“Text me later-“
Then the call ends.
It was a lie. He wasn’t going out again today. George didn’t fully understand his feelings. He missed Dream. He missed home. He wants to be in the place of the flower. But, he pushed the feelings back and continued to do the things he didn’t want. He wasn’t the best at accepting his emotions and knowing how he feels.
He couldn’t focus in LA. He vented to Sapnap now and then but ultimately decided to keep quiet. Sapnap knew something was wrong though. Growing concerned, he talked to him.
“George, I thought we were going out with Tina today, whats up?”
“I…”
He falls silent. Again, he was never good at expressing his feelings, especially romantic ones.
“I miss Dream.”
“I know you do.”
“Shut up.” George scoffs. But Sapnap was honest. He knew damn well they were both insanely in love. Sapnap puts his hand on George’s shoulder.
“George i’m serious. I know you miss him and that’s perfectly okay. I talked to him a bit ago and he misses you too. Let yourself feel that way.”
“I- I know it’s just scary. I think i’m in love with him Sap. What- what the hell do I do?”
“Well, be honest with yourself first then be honest for him.”
“George, I wanna be honest for you.”
Days pass and it seems like George got busier. It’s not all entirely false, but parts of him just don’t want to speak to Dream for the fear of heart aches. Yet he wants to go home badly. He can’t focus any longer in LA. Dream slowly stopped sending George flower updates. George had secretly been waiting everyday for them. Dream mostly just talked about how badly the rain has gotten. George talked about how he was busy.
Dream still checks up on the flower. The flower looks weathered and dull. It makes Dream feel awful. He doesn’t know what to do. Maybe if George just gave him something, the flower would live a little longer. Live for him. Maybe he was just lying to himself.
Dream couldn’t take it, he needed something. He wanted an answer for the rain. He wanted an answer for the dying flower. He wanted an answer for why George wasn’t home. It just didn’t seem right. Even when George was busy, he had time for Dream. Dream thought maybe he was just being selfish about this. But he need something. Anything.
It started with a text, then a call. There was no response text wise, but that didn’t stop him from ringing George’s line. He believed he wasn’t going to answer. Just when the call was about to end, George picks up.
“George-“
“Clay.”
Dream sighs deeply, his breathing becomes heavier as he heard George.
“Have you been ignoring me?”
“Dream- you know i’ve been busy-“
“Then tell me that.”
“Well I’m sorry- I didn’t know you had to know my whereabouts every second.”
“What happened to ‘i’ll keep you updated’?”
Dream sounded so tired, and he was. He’s so fucking tired.
“And what happened to your little flower updates?”
“God George- you know i’m just fucking worried.”
“Right. Sorry…”
The call was tense. The storm started raging harder. Dream went outside and stood under the outside walkways roof. He wanted to check on the flower. To see if was still there. He wanted the rain to just stop. But it somehow got worse.
“I hear the rain.”
“Yeah, it’s getting so much worse.”
“How’s the flower…?”
“Take a guess George…”
“…Sorry Clay.”
“So is it… dead?”
“No but- dying. I don’t know what to do.”
Dream sounds desperate. He’s tired. George is tired too. Dreams outside in the rain. When he called George the last time, it wasn’t a raining mess. He doesn’t understand it.
“Why isn’t the rain stopping George?”
“I don’t know.”
“This is bullshit.”
“Well I’m not the fucking answer!” His voice raised suddenly.
“But you know what? You are to me. If you were here, the rain would go away. But you’re not, maybe that’s why.”
“I can’t control the fucking weather Clay.”
They both fall silent. Dream stares at the flower, it looks like the weathers finally affecting it poorly. He wishes he could preserve it, for it to make him happy again, for it to feel happy again. He wishes for George to be here and happy.
“A part of me wants to pluck it out of the ground.”
“Don’t. It’ll fully die. Do you want it to die?”
“No- no I don’t. It just feels so far away from me when it could be in my hands. i could protect it. it used to feel so close the first time I noticed it. Or maybe it’ll all just- I don’t know- be over.”
“It’s in our front yard Dream.”
“And you’re in LA George. You’re so close yet so fucking far. You’re just like this fucking daisy that just decided to grow in our garden of all places.”
His frustration picked up along with the storm.
“Maybe if you were actually here, I’d feel a connection again. Maybe it’ll stop hurting and live. Maybe I wouldn’t have this flower as a ‘replacement’ for you. Maybe I’d stop being in denial thinking this flower is you. Maybe you wouldn’t feel far away. So please George, just- please come to me.”
George falls silent, trembling at the words. He felt cold even though it wasn’t raining in LA. The coldness of Dream finally caught up to George. He wasn’t used to it,-to be fair, he’s never experienced it. He wasn’t use to Dream making him feel cold.
“Fuck i’m- I’m sorry George.”
“I-“
George cut out.
The rain ached, pounded, screamed at Dream. The sky flickered. Dream gripped his hands, whispering to the rain to shut the hell up. He needs George’s answer.
“George, what were you gonna say?”
“What?”
“The rain was pouring and you cut off, you said something. What was it?”
“I said nothing.”
“George. You did. Tell me.”
“It was nothing Clay.”
“George you said something and you know it.”
“What do you want from me?”
“You. I want you. And I want you to be honest with me because over this past week George. I’ve been the most fucking honest I’ve been to you and myself. Why can’t you do the same?”
“I’m not you Clay. I don’t want what you want.”
“So you don’t want me?” He falls silent again.
“That’s- all you had to say George-“
“No- no! I don’t want myself as much as you do. No ones ever made me feel like this. No ones ever cared this much. I’m confused Clay. I don’t know what I want and that’s terrifying. “
Oh.
“It doesn’t have to be George. If-if this is difficult for you, then want yourself first. Understand your feelings first. Can you at least do that for me?”
“Well, be honest with yourself first then be honest for him.”
The call falls silent, only the sound of the heavy rainfall spoke, which Dream started to despise.
“I already failed.” George murmured.
“You’re my flower George. The prettiest one. All because you’re you. Don’t be terrified. Be you. Just you. Please.”
George’s breath was hesitant.
Then, he spoke.
“I want you.”
“George-“
“No, that’s what I said when I cut out. I want you.”
And they both are able to somewhat breathe again.
“Im coming back home.”
“What- When? Please- tell me when-“
“Tomorrow. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry. Sapnaps gonna stay in LA for a little longer. He already knows I’m going home. ”
Dream’s breath hitched.
George was coming home.
The rain began to slow down, he began to feel a bit more at ease. George was breathing heavily on the other line.
“Dream I need to finish packing and- I have to do so much.”
“Do whatever George- just- please come home.”
“I’ll see you tomorrow.”
The call ended bittersweetly. ‘I want you’, ‘I’m coming back home’ filled Clay’s head. He wouldn’t know what to do once George was home.
The night passes with Dream barely able to get any sleep. George messaged him before he woke up saying he’s on his way. Dream looks out his window and sees that the sky’s cleared up. He then goes outside and sees the daisy. Somehow, it looks more alive than before although still disheveled. Maybe because george was finally coming home.
George’s land was an hour away. Dream drove to the airport, no music playing in the car, just silence. He was alone with his thoughts. There’s so much he wanted to do. He wants to kiss George in the car. Tell George how much he missed him. Hold George. Hold George forever.
He then made it to the airport where George was waiting for him. Thick fluffy sweater and messy hair. Two carry on bags. He looked perfect. Dream was a mess for him.
“George…”
“Hi…”
“Here let me get your stuff.”
“Yeah…”
Once they got into the car, Dream held George. Although a little uncomfortable because of the seating, they clung into each other.
“I missed you.”
“I missed you too. Fuck that’s been the longest week of my life…”
“Yeah…”
He cups his face and brings George close. He stares into his eyes. George really is beautiful, yet his beauty is simple to Dream. Simple like a daisy. Caressing his cheek, he kisses George. It was a long, slow kiss. Once they pulled away, George fiddled with Dreams hand. Dream couldn’t help but to notice he was a flustered mess.
“It’s weird.”
“What is George?”
“I never knew someone could feel like home…”
“Well, you are home, and you’re my home.”
“Yeah.”
Dream started up the car and began driving. George controlled the radio and the basked in each other’s company, hand in hand mid drive. George noticed that the clouds looked pure white and the skies were clear. Maybe he was the antidote to the rain or the flower. Maybe he was the antidote for Dream too.
“It’s not raining anymore.”
“Because you’re home.”
“Wait, I got you a gift.”
“Oh yeah?”
George carefully pulls out the glass flower from his bag.
“George…”
“It reminded me of you…”
“It’s perfect. You’re perfect- thank you.”
Once they reached home, Dream grabs George’s hand and takes him to the flower at the front of their home. George kneels down to look at it better.
“Hi flower George… You look alive and well-
I mean you got some missing parts but you’ll get back together!” He looks at Dream.
“I thought you said it was dying?”
“Well it knew you were coming home and you saved it.”
“I think the flowers magical Clay.”
Dream snorts and kneels with George. George takes a photo of the flower and smiles.
They then notice a small flower bud growing next to the daisy.
“Do you see that George?”
“Yeah… Is that a new flower growing in?”
I call naming this one Dream.”
“Not Clay?”
“Well I got you right here, don’t I?”
“Well now that makes me feel bad since this daisy’s name is George.”
“It’s fine Clay, I wasn’t home. Plus, you love me~”
Dream shoves George playfully and kisses him. He’s happy he’s home. He’s happy the flowers alive. He’s happy the rains stopped. He’s happy George is his. And although the daisy George was a little disheveled, it gave opportunity for growth, especially now that actual George was finally home. Plus, the flower has a new partner to keep it company.
Daisy Dream.