FALLEN STARS

Oh Idiots Galore.

Aster Sat on the bar watching the girls converse, and hating every minute of it. What was this, some kind of jackass fest? Was he not informed? His eyes darted from one girl from the other, his disgust growing deeper. He couldn't believe how open they were with each other. How stupid they were. The one girl with her hair in a bun in her panties in a twist, Orphellia; apparently owned this place. It was nice, But that's all that chick was getting. As soon as he saw an opening he was using it as his ticket out of the hellish experience.

He pulled a stinger out of his cheek and wiped it on his khakis. It didn't hurt much, that kind of thing never did, and he'd be surprised if it swelled up. That one chick Abril would not stop her bitching about "infection" and "health." ugh. He didn't realize he'd encounter a germaphobe one day. But I guess if you stick around and breathe you'll meet all kinds of people. Aster messed with the strap on his motocross gloves and tried to tune them out. but it was nearly impossible. He could tell these girls were having issues with actually thinking as a team, as they planned.

"we can stay here"

"my mom would kill me!"

"did anyone think about beds?!"

"I'm haaaangry"

thoughtless words poured out of their traps like a leak in a pipe. It was so frustrating, he clenched his teeth and tried not to talk...but it was /soooo/ hard.

"HEY."

All five heads swiveled to look at aster as he stood, silencing almost immediately. Well, that was easy.

" Try to think about SOMETHING for a second eh? Calm down, talk one at a time, you can write them down, I see East has a taste for that." he points at Abril. And she slowly looked from the notebook she was scratching in and raised an eyebrow.

"If you people wish to work as a team you need to think as a singular person and not a cluster of dweebs. You obviously need some sort of overseer." he lifted himself up to stand on the bar, and paced back and forth, much to the dismay of Orphellia, but when Aster said leader she scoffed and motioned with her hand, as to say "me, duh.."

"So. You need to shut up, and start fresh. And control your urges to fight each other, like I am now against all of you!"

he glanced from person to person, and noticed their disgruntled but interested expressions, the ones that hand been standing are now sitting at tables.

" So, asshole, what are you? " a voice from the back piped up.

"what am I what?" he replied.

" what do you DO asshat? Star? Power?!" that one chick, Sinnamon.(if that was even a real name, he could bet his house it wasn't.)

He jumps off the counter and rolls his eyes in an airy fashion.

"I take an interest in the human brain and soul. And I assume you have interest in other peoples business....?"

Sin glared daggers at him, but flinched back and retreated when his eyes met hers. (he could only imagine what kind of face he gave her.) obviously, he was making a great impression.

"right, well my friends. Its been great, not really. So I think its my time to say my farewells." he said with a sigh, and another condescending eye-roll.

"fine! Leave! Like i- we even care!" Orphellia spat out, a tinge of regret in her voice.

The other girls started to mumble, but that didn't stop him from going on his merry way. Before leaving, he turned his head and soaked in their appearances one last time, and fought the urge to remove his grip from the knob. So strange...how they all ended up here like this....but it didn't matter.

"Don't tear each other apart."

and with that he removed himself from the room and walked to the other side of the street, opening his phone... maybe he could find some bus times.

Brilliant. 10 minutes and he'd be on his way to the neighboring states. He squinted into the distance and saw a bus-stop a block down.

"I wonder if they'll be ok." he thought.

9 minutes.

He gathered his things, patting the front pocket to make sure his belongings were in place...

"They all seem so foolish.... they'll be dead in a few days..."

8 minutes.

He shoved his hands in his pockets and spat on the ground. Walking toward the bus stop.

"That one girl Eu reminded me of Pit." he cringed at the thought.

3 minutes.

He sits on the bench, swallowing and Advil dry to prep for massive incoming headache.

"You shouldve left some kind of contact."

1 minute.

A crash sounded from the cafe as the bus rounded the corner.

0 minutes.

The doors opened and everyone got on the bus, however Aster was not among them.