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Peter awoke in a field of poppies. He stood up and looked around. Nothing but flowers for miles. He was looking at a bumble bee buzzing past when he felt a tap on his shoulder and jumped. He turned around and Mike was standing behind him.
“How did you get here?” Peter asked him. “Don’t worry about that. Do you want to do something fun?” Mike asked. “Sure,” Peter replied. Mike took his hand and led him to a small circle where no poppies were growing.
“What are we going to do?” Peter asked, a curious look on his face. “You’ll see,” Mike said smiling. A breeze blew Peter’s hair in his eyes. Mike fixed Peter’s hair.
The breeze picked up and became strong. Mike tightened his grip on Peter’s hand. The wind took them up into the air. “Woah,” Peter said. “Trippy, right?” Mike asked. “Totally,” Peter replied, trying to pull himself closer to Mike.
The wind pulled them higher. They got to a point where they could float around freely without help from the wind.
Mike let go of Peter and flew around. Peter swooped down and back up, shooting through a cloud. Water droplets flew about, splashing both Peter and Mike in the face.
Mike flew up to where Peter was and grabbed part of a cloud. He threw it at Peter, soaking his paisley leaf button-up. Moments after, he was dry again. Peter then threw a chunk of cloud at Mike. He got wet, but then dry, like he was never splashed.
Peter tried sitting on one of the clouds. He fell though, soaking his pants. They dried and he flew back up to Mike.
Mike whispered something to a cloud and then laid down on it. Peter looked confused. Mike patted the spot next to him and Peter joined. He lay next to Mike, enjoying the coolness of the high altitude and the fluffy bed the cloud made. He also enjoyed being able to do this with his favorite person.
“How are you liking this so far?” Mike asked. “I love it. Thank you for letting me do this with you,” Peter answered, smiling. “Of course. I couldn’t imagine doing it with anyone else,” Mike replied.
He turned his head to look at Peter and kissed his cheek. Peter’s cheeks turned bright pink. He looked at Mike. Mike looked away.
Peter sat up and turned to Mike. Mike turned his head back to Peter. “Sit up. I want to do something,” Peter said. Mike sat up and faced Peter. “What did you want to-“ Mike started before he was cut off by Peter’s lips on his.
Peter pulled away. Mike was blushing. “I love you, Michael,” Peter said. “I love you too, Peter,” Mike replied. They kissed. Mike ran his fingers through Peter’s hair. “I wish that I could say this to you in real life,” Mike said before Peter fell through the cloud. He gently drifted to the ground.
When he landed he woke up. He was in bed next to Mike, who was sound asleep. “Hopefully you will someday,” Peter whispered. He went back to sleep.