Punk Meets Ballet , l.h.

6

we left the sandwich shop later that night. it was about 11 and she asked if we could go lay down on some grass and look at the stars. of course I said yes.

I wouldn't back down from watching something as pretty as her stare at something equally as pretty in the sky.

we got to the spot where I study the stars and I plopped down. I turned around to see if rem had acknowledged the sparkling sky yet. she was still standing and staring at the sky in complete awe. I smiled at her and she turned to me with her mouth parted.

"how is the sky so amazing?" she grinned and sat down close to me.

"i have no clue in all honesty." I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

"tell me about the stars, hemmings." she said softly while looking up and hugging her knees to her chest.

"well, there's lots to them," I started and pointed to a star. "there's this star called the Dog Star. it's right there. and when dogs howl "at the moon" they're actually howling at that star... I don't know why, but they do." I rubbed my hands together.

"really?" she giggled. "that's really weird." she tore her eyes from the star to look at me.

I shrugged and looked away before she could notice the blood rush to my face. "it is pretty weird, huh?"

"maybe that's the star dogs were created from, then they were dropped on this clay of a planet." she furrowed her eyebrows together.

"play-dough." I corrected.

"right," she chuckled and pressed her bangs away from her forehead. "play-dough."

I stared at her for awhile before I took note on the fact that her lips are shiny like the stars and her eyes are prettier than the stars.

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hi it's 2017 and I haven't updated this book since 2014 nice
-megan