A couple days passed, with the connection between the two boys steadily growing with each conversation shared. Tom felt a sense of excitement from the new boy. Or rather, his new friend.
Tom had been suffocating in homework and unfinished projects, all the while Tord had been his personal cheerleader, singing to him and telling him about the stars through the window.
Tom always had his headphones pulled over his ears as Tord passionately rambled about astronomy and constellations.
Starboy didn't care if his friend never heard what he had to say. It helped him relax to be talking to someone about his interests. But unbeknownst to him, the truth of the matter was that Tom listened to every word that poured out of his mouth. No music played from the device plugged in, always on but never turned up.
"...And my favorite constellation is definitely gemini." Tord bobbed his head around side to side as he kicked his feet, cheerfully chirping about how the stars lined up to form different pictures depending on your line of sight.
"That's really nice, Tord."
"Yeah.."
Tord tugged at the wool sleeves on his cardigan. The sunset was a mellow coral pink with watercolor splashes of orange and blue with hints of lilac. The moon was merely a faded white circle, overshadowed by fluffy clouds.
"I like to think that the stars brought us here together. The reason to get me here today."
"I like to think it was the moving truck." Tom smiled at the corner of his mouth.
"So uninspiring, don't have such a short answer, kittyboy." Tord pouted.
"Fine, ask me something else. What would you like to hear?"
"Certainly what do you think happens when we die."
"Dark. But reincarnation."
"Oh really?"
"Yeah. We all come back to relive another life, another new experience."
"How sweet is that?"
"Mmm." Tom hummed in response.
Kittyboy tilted his head to meet Tord's. He seemed to be deep in thought but still held a lazy grin.
"What do you think happens?"
"I've told you. Stars."
"Oh yeah. You're a loyal believer of fate and stars."
"Of course I am."
Tom snickered under his breath before turning his back yet again to Tord. He put his books away by tucking them into his navy bag.
Death. It's such a casual subject sometimes. How people have beliefs of what happens after, to keep from the truth of inevitably. Tom didn't truly seem to believe in the idea of coming back, it was more something he wanted to. The idea that this wasn't the only way of going about life for him, that he'll soon relive life in a better light, even if he didn't know his past.
Tord blew out the flickering pink vanilla candle beside him before giving Tom a mock salute.
"Good day, kittyboy.''
"Night, starboy."
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Dear Starboy Fan rewrite (neighborhood AU)
Fanfiction!!ALL CREDIT GOES TO SALTIESTBLUEBERRY!! Description: Tom is a teenage boy who always keeps to himself and refuses to open up to anyone. However the empty house besides his is suddenly occupied by a bubbly personality, a boy named Tord leaves a mark...
