Random shit story ideas

3:29 am

I sit on the hill with her, it's dead quiet, not a word spoken. She's looking up at the sky, but I am looking at her. I look down to look at her socks instead, they have stars embroidered onto them, she made them herself.

I find myself amazed at the idea that someone could spend time on such an impractical task, surely it was far more complicated than necessary to embroider your own socks. She had done it anyway, probably spent hours with a needle and thread using her less than impressive skills to stitch them in.

I look up to look at the real stars and find myself having a thought.
"What if we are like stars."

She startles at my words, I realize this is the first she had heard from me. She glances with wide eyes, I look away. I feel her brand me with her stare, it feels like hot metal on my skin.

She turns away, I let out a breath.

"What do you mean?" She inquires, I wonder if I should speak again, I'm scared she'll burn me.

"Complex beings created from different relationships around us and our reactions to those relationships, like the molecules that make the gas how the gases interact to make the Star. What if we, like stars, are only really defined by the relationships we have with other people and those relationships are really what shape us as a person."

She turns toward me again.

"That's one way to look at it, I guess," she tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. "I think maybe its more like... we are the molecules ourselves and our relationships make groups, the gas, and the groups make a society kind of, the star."

"Maybe we can be the molecules and the stars."

We are silent after that, there's nothing left to say I don't think. Maybe it's about time we go back, it's getting fairly late.

I don't get up though, nor do I say anything. She doesn't either.

"The sky is very pretty at night, don't you think so?" I look to find her looking at me softly. I nod gently and hold my knees to my chest.

She looks prettier than the stars, in my opinion. I look back down to her socks. She must notice my staring because she asks me if I like them, tells me she made them herself. I already knew that, but I nod anyway humming softly.

She smiles brightly at me, her eyes crinkling in the corners as they close up a bit. I flush hot red and look away, picking at the grass under my fingers.

"I could make you some socks if you want, at a price..." I tilt my head in her direction, she laughs at my confusion.

"Just come out with me again, Saturday. I wanna hear more about your people star theories." She giggles under her breath, covering her mouth with her hand when I pout.

I'm still a little scared to speak so I only nod. She says we should go and I hum in agreement, she seems disappointed but I don't know why.

She stands and brushes the dirt and grass off her shorts and shakes her long kinky hair out of her face. She extends her hand towards me, I take it.

She doesn't let go after she pulls me up.

She walks me home and talks the whole way, I don't contribute to the conversation at all, but that's okay because I never have until just a half hour ago.

She stops at my window, I had to sneak out for this after all.

She squeezes my hand, "goodnight, Sterling" I stare at her, my body is on fire, I swear I will combust.

She kisses my cheek and runs.

That night I dream of burning and stars and embroidered socks.