stardust|completed

one|night boy

"I'll follow you into the dark"

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Once we were off the railroad tracks he sauntered up to a motorcycle, whom he insisted I call Indigo. The machine itself looked like it was being kept together by strings and duct tape.

Only moments ago I was willing to jump in front of a moving train; so a ride on a questionable bike with an equally as questionable boy was a walk in the park. We both zoomed off into the darkness. I became quite sure that this strange boy knew nothing of the term "speed limit". I was afraid that if he went any faster the entire motorcycle would shatter and we would be left still flying through the air.

We made it to Rose's in about 10 minutes, even though it was all the way across town, and dismounted Indigo. The diner was almost completely empty, excluding a tired looking waitress and an older man with a baseball cap covering his grey hair. He led us to a booth in the back and ordered a cup of coffee along with a hot chocolate (extra marshmallows). The steaming drinks were brought out immediately; and I watched in near disgust as he sipped the cup of coffee that resembled the color of tar. He chuckled at my expression whilst continuing to study me. I shifted uncomfortably and tried to extinguish the silence by talking.

"In between you saving my life and the deathly ride over here I didn't quite catch your name." I mumbled quietly.

"Orion, what about you Sunshine?"

Well it was fitting, he seemed to belong to the night.

"It's quite the opposite of Sunshine really, but call me Nyx."

"As in the goddess of night?" He asked excitedly.

I looked at him in shock, most people had the slightest idea of the origin of my name. This stranger was continually impressing and surprising me. Realizing I hadn't answered his question, but was rather looking at him with a weird smirk of my face, I quickly nodded.

Suddenly a look of reconciliation passed through his eyes. "You go to Cherokee High, don't you?"

I nodded yet again, and took a closer look at him. Then it hit me. I hadn't recognized him at first but in the bright lights of the diner it was almost obvious as to who he was.

He was Orion; basically the only boy who was always talked about, by everyone.

Did you hear that Orion set fire to the old warehouse? I heard he was in a gang and killed three men. He's so smart that he's finished high school twice already. He rejected Harvard! Usain Bolt lost to him in a race. Did you know that Orion can play every instrument and sings like an angel? He's hooked up with the English teacher, Mrs. Greene. I heard his mom killed his dad and then she shot herself. Apparently he was caught in the girl's locker room with Lacey Star!

People couldn't define him, was he a geek, a jock, an emo, a loner, a player, a bad boy? No one knew who he was so they made up a bunch of bullshit. They tried to cram him in a box, stick him in a stereotype.

The problem was that he didn't fit in a pre-made, pre-packaged box. He was Orion; he was different, he wasn't just a jock or a musician or a nerd or a bad boy. He wasn't like anyone else, and that scared people.

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