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chapter four

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chapter four

As I went into the field, I could see in the distance that someone was sitting in the field. I wondered somehow if my mind was relying on my imaginary friends again. I knew that no other neighbors of mine used this field except for me. Yet as I walked further, my shoes crunching against the dried grass flooring of the field I could tell that it was a guy. And as I came close enough to figure out the features of him, my eyes widened at the sight of the one person I least expected to be sitting in my field and peering up at the galaxy above me.

Blue Majors.

I bit my lip, almost wondering if I needed to clear my throat but it seemed as though I didn't need to. Blue turned his head and looked up at me, as though he had noted my presence before he turned his head up and looked up at the galaxy before me again. Even though I felt as though my nerves were in haywire and that my stomach felt as though it was in knots I knew that I couldn't just give up my only haven away from my paintings.

And that was why I did something I never thought that I would do. I sat my blanket down and spread it out before sitting down on it and glanced over at Blue. He was two feet in front of me and it was obvious that he wasn't going to note me again. He wasn't in the mood to look at me and talk to me and I wasn't in the mood to speak either. It didn't help either that neither of us spoke at all when it came to school. We were both considered loners, only because people thought I was insane even though I just relied on the fictional characters of my youth and Blue was rejected because of the fact that he never spoke and he often kept to himself. Normal people would speak, normal people would look at other people and nod their heads or shake their heads when they agreed and disagreed with each other but Blue didn't.

I just believed that no one had something important to say, and that until something came and changed his perspective he wouldn't say anything. 

I leaned back into the blanket and peered up at the sky. My eyes fell onto the moon that was above me, and I tried to see where the American flag would be on the moon. I remembered painting the moon when I was in seventh grade and putting the American flag on it. Dad and Mom were so happy, because they both adored space. It was currently in my dad's office, since he actually created telescopes.

He often tried to have me use a telescope when I was little. He knew that I admired the stars, but he didn't know how deep the love for it would grow. I often denied any looking into the telescope and peering up at the stars. I didn't want anything separating me from seeing the stars above me and being able to reach hand up and trace the constellations with my fingers, finding them and then remembering the Latin names for the eighty-eight constellations.

I had often painted different canvases with each of the constellations. I had made eighty-eight paintings of each and every one of the constellations and they were actually hanging throughout my room. If I couldn't see the stars at night due to rain or something else, I would be able to look throughout the room and find them there.

Blue left an hour later, and I watched him in the corner of my eye flicker away from my eye view and in the direction of where he came. He didn't know that with him there though I felt a little less lonely, for someone else shared in my love for the galaxy.