“You can see the stars a lt clearer out here, can’t ya?” He mutters as he settles down in the sand.
“Away from all the noise… The lights.” You say, sitting down next to him.
He lays back, head on his hands. “Sure are a lot.”
“Yeah.” You say, laying down next to him.
“My mom… Before she… You know… Started drinking,” he almost chuckles, giving off a small hint of a smile. “She told me something about stars.”
“What was it?” You smile.
He turns to you, grinning. “It’s real stupid.”
“Tell me, I want to know!” You giggle.
“You sure? It’s really dumb.”
You lean over, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Positive.”
Even in the dark you could see his face flush.
“Oh alright.” He gives in. “My mom used to say that before we were born, we were a star. She used to say God didn’t have room for babies up in heaven before they were born. We were all the same, just all sparkly and all.” He pauses. “And then God picks out that one star, out if millions and thousands and billions, just for the right parents for them.” He turns away from you. “Not that I believe that anymore.” He mutters.
You let his words soak in for a second, and turn back to the star.
You pick one out of all of them.
“Johnny.” You say, nudging him.
“Hmm?”
“That ones ours.” You smile, pointing at the one star.
At first he’s confused, but smiles as he gets what you’re saying. “Yeah. That ones ours.”
And the next thing you know, seagulls are flying over your heads, screaming at you.
You open your eyes, vision blurry from sleepiness, but the orange glow of the sunset still cracked through them. Johnny was still asleep next to you in the sand, arms around you. You smile and settle back into the sand, hoping it would last forever.
“Away from all the noise… The lights.” You say, sitting down next to him.
He lays back, head on his hands. “Sure are a lot.”
“Yeah.” You say, laying down next to him.
“My mom… Before she… You know… Started drinking,” he almost chuckles, giving off a small hint of a smile. “She told me something about stars.”
“What was it?” You smile.
He turns to you, grinning. “It’s real stupid.”
“Tell me, I want to know!” You giggle.
“You sure? It’s really dumb.”
You lean over, giving him a kiss on the cheek. “Positive.”
Even in the dark you could see his face flush.
“Oh alright.” He gives in. “My mom used to say that before we were born, we were a star. She used to say God didn’t have room for babies up in heaven before they were born. We were all the same, just all sparkly and all.” He pauses. “And then God picks out that one star, out if millions and thousands and billions, just for the right parents for them.” He turns away from you. “Not that I believe that anymore.” He mutters.
You let his words soak in for a second, and turn back to the star.
You pick one out of all of them.
“Johnny.” You say, nudging him.
“Hmm?”
“That ones ours.” You smile, pointing at the one star.
At first he’s confused, but smiles as he gets what you’re saying. “Yeah. That ones ours.”
And the next thing you know, seagulls are flying over your heads, screaming at you.
You open your eyes, vision blurry from sleepiness, but the orange glow of the sunset still cracked through them. Johnny was still asleep next to you in the sand, arms around you. You smile and settle back into the sand, hoping it would last forever.
You walked threw the halls of your school. You walked to your class. You were late as always. The teacher looked at you as he stopped talking. "Miss Y/L/N why at are you late again?" "I don't know" you said. "Don't let it happen again" he said. You walked to your seat as sat down. That class well all your classes were filled with Soc.s but they all looked at you. There was only a couple greasers like you in that class. One of them was Ponyboy Curtis. You've had a crush on him for almost a year now. You looked at you as you looked at the bored. You hated that class because of the teacher. It was reading class. Surprisingly you sucked t it. You were usually good at reading and writing. But you didn't know what it was in that one class all the sudden. The teacher told you to have a partner by the end of the week for a project. You never had one cause they were all preppy Soc.s that never liked you.