I Defy You Stars

O' I Am a Fortune's Fool

Violet's eyes began filling slowly with tears, she did not know why, but in this moment she felt a feeling she hadn't felt in forever.

Ashley wiped away at the tear from Violet's cheek.

The moment was intense, but beautiful.

They both knew what they wanted but, it was too soon.

They both leaned away from each other and looked back up at the sky full of stars, Ashley checked her phone and then turned to Violet.

"It's pretty late, i don't want either of us getting into trouble." She said with a slight frown.

"Yeah, you're right." I sighed as i sat up.

We walked out of the junkyard, hand in hand, walking in the street, the streetlights beaming down onto us.

I thought of something to say to her, anything. But my mind ran blank.

"This is my place." She said, i could tell she was sad.

"Well, see you tomorrow." I said, smiling slightly.

She wrapped her hands around my neck and gazed into my eyes.

"You were right, when you said that you thought one of my favorite hobbies was to quote Shakespeare..." She chuckled softly and hesitated.

"Parting is such a sweet sorrow, that i shall say goodnight till it be morrow." She said in her dorky, theatrical way.

"Wow, you really are a drama geek..." I laughed

"I love it."

She giggled and let go of me, then took a dramatic bow, and walked towards her front door.

She opened the door and looked at me one last time, before shutting it behind her.

I sighed and began walking home.

On my way home i got a chance to finally take in everything that happened in the past two days.

Ashley Taylor.

What a girl.

I used to get annoyed seeing her in the hallways, everyone swarming her with popularity, all the boys asking her out, some of the girls too.

Now whenever i see her, i feel like a different person, like everything that ever worried about just vanishes, is she like my best friend now or something? I don't know.

Every single moment that i've spent with her so far, the concert, the train, the junkyard, i've never felt more alive.

When we said goodbye to each other, all i wanted to do was kiss her. Is that wrong? Is it too soon?

I think she felt it too, at least i hope she did.

I opened the front door and kicked my shoes off, walking upstairs to my room, pretty exhausted.

I can't stop thinking about her, i need to relax.

I check my stash underneath my mattress, still got a decent amount left, i pull out my lighter from my pocket and light the last joint i had.

I lay back and close my eyes, trying to wrap my head around everything.

I still don't understand why out of all the people at Eastwood, why me?

I'm sure there are plenty of people a lot 'cooler' than me.

Well, i guess no ones cooler than me.