just write it all out

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Stars - 01/17/16

You said we were stars.

I looked at him from across the room, and he winked at me, his gelled hair glinting under the UV lights scattered on the ceiling. Under the stairs in five, he mouthed, and I nodded, against my inner self yelling at me to stop.

He was just too much to resist. It wasn't like I'd planned to bump into him at the club. It wasn't like I'd planned to bump into him at the coffeehouse, either. And now here we were at a fraternity party, both of us having graduated college years ago. We were party crashers together, but separate.

After one minute, I was asking for another shot. My last one.

After two, I was requesting a song to be played in ten minutes.

After three, I was trying to inch towards the stairs, but was being blocked by several couples making out.

After four, I was shoving a woozy girl out of my path as gently as I could.

After five, I was slipping into the closet under the stairs, carefully turning on the light.

After six, I was staring up into his eyes, without saying a word.

And after seven, I was shirtless and he was shirtless and I was soaking it in.

After eight, we were stumbling out of the closet and out of the house and out of the heavy atmosphere, into confusion and lust and cold, fresh air.

After four hundred and seventy-two minutes, I was waking up in an unfamiliar bed with a familiar body next to me, willing myself to stay.

After four hundred and eighty minutes, I was out the door and on my way home, without him.

But you were the sun and I was crashing into you.

First and last lines are slightly edited quotes from Carry On by Rainbow Rowell, at the request of my sister.

I'm not sure she'd like what I wrote, but oh well.

Drawing is digital again because I like it (: yayayay